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Steel
I
am a man, Who needs a fan
Because it gets hot, While I work like a robot
I am a slave, in this cave
In this shop, We do not mop
We grind the steel, before the welding wheel
The sparks fly, Like burning fire flies
As it burns our skin, We all cringe
We bear the pain, But only in vain
We try and prove our worth, making others look worse
I am the main man, I can do what no other can
I'll make it look good, Its better then wood
Why am I here, Well let me be clear
They do not pay me my worth,
But it keeps me going on this earth
For the cheque is grand, Now I can buy some land
I'll build a house, And then we can joust
While we have fun, We'll look into the sun
And think, In a blink
It is cause of steel, We have this meal
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