poem # 61039

Material fatigue
We can relate
We're all tired
It's hot
And not even August, yet
Let it bleed
Tubing's shot
Get the 15-gallon drums
No, not the one's that'll be barbecue pits
The big suckers
Methylene chloride,
Would screw up the sauce
Big time
We like it with a little bite
But talk about your heartburn,
There's your emissions event, Jim
Yessir, we're fatigued alright

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