Working-Class >>> Poem by Manonton Dalan

i ask a gentleman
hobby shop helper
if there is free slot
he wobble looking around
with force smile answered
take number six please
i took my car and drive
to lift that i was assigned

i put those robotic arms
underneath my car making
sure it won't dent nor
crush sidings, work fit
i press lift button to
arms barely touching and
made final adjustment
then lift it over my head
drain oil, change filter
fill it up then start
everything works perfect
that's what i call america