Grind

Turn, creak, grind -
I'd rather be blind,
and never see
this world around me.

Just fit in your place,
and turn at your pace.
Keep moving along
to the sound of the gong.

Move, move, move.
Stay in your groove.
Turn, creak, grind --
Don't get behind.

The squeeky wheel
Doesn't get the oil anymore;
It gets replaced.

So turn, creak, grind --
but keep in mind:
Don't creak too loudly,
or turn too proudly,
or else they may find
another cog to grind.

© Rebecca Jane Morse


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