Industrial Waste Poem by Will Martin

Is there a substance
that as a result of continuously applied force
becomes so hardened
so as to become no longer malleable..?
immovable..?

Lately, i’m feeling
much like that substance

Becoming tired of being forced
for no good point
Becoming weary of being pushed
into a grotesque shape
not of my choosing
Toward directions
i care not to go in

And you can find this stuf anywhere
it’s everywhere
Leftover human slag
over-hammered
beat down by the establishment

You might call it
white trash metal
Or inner city old grey steel
50 gallon drum fireplace
ghetto hubcap with no wheel

Left with worth
less than a tin cup
Used humanity
used up!

Beware waste artisans
it’s waste recycle time
It’s become too late
the purged waste you’ve created
Returns and rises from the ashes
to make you suffocated