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Recorded Reading: https://www.dropbox.com/s/in3brz190kkn2pp/Assembly%20Line.mp3?dl=0

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Assembly Line

When as a child in school I learned
About something they cheerf’lly called
“Assembly lines,” like other kids,
I didn’t have the sense to be appalled

Unless life’s unexpected paths
Have turned and twisted you
Until you are upon one, I’ll bet
You are missing that sense too

It won’t be necessary
To arrange for you a visit
I think a simple exercise
Will put you quite wise to it:

That spot where you are standing now
Will do just splendidly
For eight hours from this moment
That is where you’re going to be

Each hundred fifty minutes
We will send relief
Best have no needs twixt now and then
They’ll only bring you grief

Ten minutes you will have then
To walk across the fact’ry floor
Do everything you have to do
And make it back — no more

Once in the night, and only once,
A distinctive bell will sound
Then for an entire half hour’s span
This behemoth powers down

Which gives you time to stand in line
To pee, then wash, then sup
And you had better be back here
When the behemoth pow’rs back up

Now, while you are on post
You will not look to left nor right
You will not let the product
For one moment from your sight

And better look you steely sharp
And better act you lightning fast
You may not miss one small detail
Of any unit coming past

For if a flaw you overlook
Whatever you may say
Any money they have lost
Will come out of your pay

And since they’re going to lay you off
Ere union dues they let you pay
Your check is not exactly
Overgenerous anyway

For every product unit
Before you will appear
In teaming tens of thousands
Running past your station here

You’ll make exactly three
Physical moves, no more, no less —
You really won’t have time
For extras anyway, I guess —

Since they will run that product
Scientifically just ahead
Of your capacity to put
That simple set of moves to bed

And then retain the priviledge
Of afterward haranguing you
On “Quality Control” and “Comp’ny
Spirit” — oh, and “Quotas,” too

Sometime around 3 am
When you are bored out of your mind
And fighting sleep and deep despair
They’ll see that you’re falling behind

And take your tool for sixty seconds
Show you how it’s done
Before back to the office’s
Ergonomic chair will run

When you get home, the smell of it
Will linger on your skin
You’ll find that powdered product
Every single pocket in

And every crease and cranny
Up your nose and in your hair
Although you’re free to sleep
You can still smell that fac’try air

But you’re not done, my friend
Not done at all, for here’s the kicker
Which were I a sadistic man
Would give me cause to snicker

When you wake up, you’ll come back here
To this exact same place
With an ingratiating and a
Grateful smile upon your face

A whistle on your lips, the same old
Packaged lunch, and then
Get into position
To do it all again

You want to keep your humble home
Your car, your kids, your wife?
Prepare to stand in this same spot
For the remainder of your life

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This poet is physically disabled. Public housing being insufficient to her medical and creative needs, she is presently living, in order to continue working, in her minivan, publishing all of her works using one thumb on the touch screen of her smartphone, surviving at an income of a fraction of her nation’s poverty level. She would treasure any donation you might care to offer ~ http://www.UgiftABLE.com ● #72D-31S

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