Technician number 75
Carries two week old yogurt
In his hands blackened with oil
Back to his station he goes
Eating spoonfuls of near rancid
Strawberry yogurt, as he changes
Oil in a car.
From yogurt, he retains calcium
So he might change lots of oil
In hundreds of cars;
And with his earnings he may buy
More tubs of yogurt, that will
Sit behind light Mayo and chickpeas
Until two weeks pass, he brings
The yogurt to the shop for breakfast
As he changes oil in a car.
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Malex Wolfe
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