Some of us will become cripples through
accidents on the job, but their employment,
well still go on.
With new rules and regulations in place
for others to follow to make sure.
The same type of accident never happens
again to anyone employed at that
particular company.
Some will find good lawyers, sue, and get
quick out-of-court settlements of
eighty percent disability, monthly checks
mailed to them for life, and.
Never go back to work again, after,
signing agreements of no further legal actions
against their employer.
And some will choose to stay, do light office work.
Keeping their prostheses under their desks
or in corners, leaning against file cabinets.
Then learn to move as fast as lightning
on those rolling office chairs.
'Adapting like the cockroach'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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