I emptied out my valves again.

The daily sludge has closed the factory,

But I got most of everything out and

Into the fresh air.

Oh what a greasy ocean of despair!

But a man in front of a rickshaw once told me

That backs are made for more than their weight.

They are meant to break,

But he hasn’t found his limit yet.

I’ve found it so many times,

I had to redraw the line.