Warehouse Blues Poem by Patrick O'Reilly

It's an hour long walk to Sagona from Park
Up in the morning while it's still dark
And the streets are so quiet, and the frost clings to your face
And I wish I could get the hell out of this place

Got me a job, I've been unloading trucks
For a limp and a sneer and a couple of bucks
For a limp and a sneer I can't wash off my face
Cause I wish to hell I could get out of this place

My friends from the school are all writing exams
I wonder if they wonder just where I am
I wonder if they saved me a desk just in case
I wish to hell I could get out of this place