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January 22, 2024

An Eighteen Year-Old's Thoughts

he worked a rare day shift job in the mill
riding cattle cars, eating from the roach coach

when I flunked my way out of school 

I followed him there

another world it was

molten steel, orange fireworks, white helmets

a certain uncertain mindset

company, god, country! was the battle cry

hard work, harder drinking after work

millside bar, free bullet holes and ghosts of old-timers

there had to be more than this

the eighteen year old thought