There once was a man who was flat broke
Every took him as if he was a joke
He was twisted inside but had an iron rod
Un able to sleep not even a nod
His future seemed bright but his brain wasn't right
He tossed and turned all through the night
Un able to sleep as if it were day
Not remotely interested in getting laid
So many thoughts of how the bills will be made
injured and broken down no time for cheap thrills
Sleeping alone with the spider on his back
Never knowing if and when she would attack
The rod of steel would never go away
as if he was cursed to be alone where he lay
Lying alone in the shop where he staid
Tempering the steel that he had made
avoiding the sun by working at night
with no regard for his health as if he was alright
Knowing his dirt nap was coming and he'd sleep forever one night.........
silent tempered steel
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