My First Full Time Job... In Hell. Poem by ray Schreiber

My First Full Time Job... In Hell.



his name was Marty
Fat Marty, behind his back
his loud, ugly voice
could be heard above the din
of machines and broken men
turning red and yellow brass
into gold
Marty was his name
Fat Marty

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ray Schreiber

ray Schreiber

Mechanicsburg, Pennsylvania USA
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