The Jackhammer

Riding the jackhammer,
I vibrate quite quickly,
Moving up and down with every motion,
And I feel the vibrations going crazy,
Until I finally find myself getting dizzy all of a sudden,
And turn it off,
And collapse on the ground as my
Helmet goes kurplunk!

I feel dazed,
And I realise I do not like
This job,
But there is not much I can do, after all,
But just accept it for what it is,
For it’s the jackhammer,
The bane of the construction site.

by Justin Reamer

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A great poem, I've used one myself, so I know what you mean.