Spiritual

The stains your tears paint betray your face 
To those who send you down narrow tunnels 
The lewd foremen who will fire you tomorrow 
That do not prefer the smell of breath, 
'las, by honour, duty and good grace you go: 
 "はい!" 
Bolting for a tunnel to go in and fluster 
The images of a love that you left in the mountains 
In their eyes you now look soft- 
For the rule of the camp clearly states the following: 
"Your accountability is to your time stamp" 
(So best give all that you can muster) 
Yet you build pillars of ethics, eternal stone of marvel 
You build them up from a depth of spirit, Furnaceboy 
To get fired tomorrow 
To be left yesterday 
Though you thought to make things nice 
You remained eager to do your duty.

Furnace boy