They call me industrial Joe,
I like to go with the flow,
People in the know are slow,
To tell you where to go.
I've been up since six,
Up to old tricks,
Looking for a dollar trying to get some kicks,
But they'll kick you in the head and when you're down,
There's a long way to go, you could always leave town;
But you can't, you won't, don't dare, you don't.
Cogs in the wheel. Cogs in the wheel.
Round and round, forget how to feel.
I saw her. At least I think it was her.
Only for a fleeting moment across the busy street.
I called and wanted to run but the traffic was heavy
my bags were full.
Tomorrow I shall go to the garden and then we will climb
the hill.
About the Creator
Andrew Benson
Gardener, thinker, traveler (pre-Covid that is).
Like to play a little guitar and don't mind big ones either.


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