Charles

Charles got a job in a factory Drilling sheet metal from six till three Worked extra hours for a better wage Got lost in his task quite needlessly I noticed his brain was a plastic box His work rate improved 'cause he couldn't stop He couldn't eat lunch with those metal hands His legs were supports for new inner glands Next when I saw him his face was gone A stainless steel spine now instead of bone His arms became grafted onto the switch Six months without food made it quite a trip His wife soon returned from her open grief She told his employer she had kids to keep They gave her the scrap price of his machine Last weekend Charles became obsolete.