Poem of an engineer.
Tethering sound from the grinding tools,
Blowing compressors from different machines,
Metals banging against metals,
Coarse friction on rough surfaces,
Sparkling dusts in the air,
Grease on the wall,
Flaking rusts on the floor,
Metal crusts all over the places,
Rotten stink from the nearby cans,
Putrid wind I inhaled,
I smelled gasoline,
No I smelled funny gases and poison,
It’s like forever,
That’s what I see,
That’s what I smell,
That’s what I hear,
Because I am an Engineer!
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