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Eagle's Command

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The right hand grips, the left hand slides.
The pennies drop, the boxes glide.
It never stops.
She worked the line
blind. Folded, pushed,
a pirouette.
No thought, no joy, no regrets.
A cigarette was hanging from a cord
and every thousand boxes
she'd suck her reward...

and find her island,
but the siren howled.
The whip cracked
and a prepacked mountain pressed her neck.

She'd switch to frantic, automatic.
Clear the decks.
Turn on, tune in,
machine was humming
OMMMMMMM
The neon flashing laser blade was scratching...

Turn on, tune in,
machine was humming
OMMMMMMM
The neon flashing laser blade was scratching...

O B E Y ! ! !

No rest,
no play,
no time.

She worked the line.
The pay was fine.
She'd find her island in July
and find a rock to sit on...
quietly humming
OMMMMMMM

She worked the line.
The pay was fine.
She'd find her island in July
and find a rock to sit on...
quietly humming

O B E Y ! ! !

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