RETIRE THE MACHINE
 

For forty years now, this machine has done it’s work.
Received the abuse from workers, and boss,
never showed lag, never showed loss.
Never lost it’s temperament, or gone berserk.

Pumping and grinding, gears moving in rhyme.
This noise is only heard by those who are new,
getting accustomed to it’s rhythm and blues,
singing out through years of time.

The new, and the young have come to replace.
Leaner and meaner for their place in the race.
They care not of the one before,
forty years of oil it bore,
within the madding haste.

So strip it of it’s bolts, and remove the machine from it’s spot.
It will no longer be required,
having it’s veins to the Company wired.
Just throw it in the yard with the others to rot.