Welcome to the most challenging job
on earth - the automotive repair mechanic
Trouble- shoot uncertainty
Sipping fume of gasoline, diesel alike
Resurrecting oil dipstick, checking leak
marching pistons, drumming valves
Loose compressions complaining alternately
aggressive as the coup' d etat army
hot as the bomb shell inside
the black-blooded engine womb,
ready to explode
I can hear all their complains
The sucking and sobbing
I am here beneath rotten under chassis
and in my veins, in my bones, i feel it!
The grumbling alternator
The murmuring crankshaft
Leaking oil seeping down to my face
Under tight volts are shaking
Irking to my box wrench
seems demanding to quit
My feet flashing half with sunlight
Few white dusts all rushing inside
Still I lie down like death
Clinging handy mechanical tools as if the
Busiest on-the-job mechanic on earth
And nobody's questioning
this hidden technique
Even my expert boss
who feels self-pity
as Ive risen up and bathed in grease
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