bill nye the science guy


The Factory - Poem by bill nye the science guy

The smell of the factory is exquisite.
The machine rolls on,
infinite.
The clamor of steel,
the welder's flash
faces black
with soot and ash.
One bell rings, and they shuffle in
another sounds, and they shuffle out.
Shoprats don't live, they survive.
Grind out their lives
like the gears they work on.


Comments about The Factory by bill nye the science guy

  • (6/26/2011 9:08:00 PM)

    Nice poem. I liked it. It was written well with great texture and imagery. I rated it 10.
    Thanks for sharing.....
    Kindly read and rate my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2.
    Best regards
    Akmal
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 26, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, June 27, 2011


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