Workers quarrel,
sweaty males,
fragrances of the help
gather underground...
Statues of plaster,
men digging for treasure.
Remaining positive yet hesitant,
crouched down to make the discovery!
Overshadowed by rank,
their clubs were shut down,
the workers mope over cereal...
They are breaking down!
Particles attached to their garments,
essentially soiled...And needing a wash!
Time off is much needed.
But no time, there's work still to do!
Showering would be ideal,
or even to get a hot meal!
Wishing away all their troubles,
all organic matter disappears...
A lil while longer,
and they are done for the day!
Now with time off,
they hit the hay!
Tomorrow is another off day!
This is where the real treasure
will surely be found!
Time to be free
and laze around...
And not 60 feet underground!
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