Sweat Shop


Slave to the beat of the sewing machine

Working here since thirteen

Eventually I will escape hell

Attire is all I smell

The black smog fills my lungs

Surroundings covered in dung

Hope to live another day

Oblivion to my dismay

Please god save me from my suffering

Starving and tired of bear stuffing


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