Sweat Shop
Slave to the beat of the sewing machine
Working here since thirteen
Eventually I will escape hell
Attire is all I smell
The black smog fills my lungs
Surroundings covered in dung
Hope to live another day
Oblivion to my dismay
Please god save me from my suffering
Starving and tired of bear stuffing
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