What’s this? What’s this? There’s bullshit everywhere! What’s this? Pallets stacked up in the air! What’s this? I can't believe my eyes, I must be dreaming Wake up, man, this isn’t fair... What’s this? What’s this? What’s this? There’s something going wrong! What’s this? First shift’s been here so long! What’s this? They’re all just standing round and laughing, Talking loud and barely acting— Could it be they’re never stacking? What is this? What’s this? There’s skids of parts all piled up high instead of placed below, And Jerry left a dozen more with places for them to go! There’s ten skids stretched across the floor and broken wood beneath, And someone jammed a forklift in the charger—good fucking grief! Oh look! What’s this? Two full trucks again? Tossed to second shift again? Inspired. They’re clocking in and gabbing, Not a single box is grabbed and Yet they’ll claim they’re working hard while hiding by the door! What’s this? What’s this? They left the dock a mess! What’s this? An open trailer—just guess! What’s this? The scanner’s dead, the lights are flickering, The floor is slick, it’s sickening— And now the AM truck’s just sitting! What is this? What’s this!? They say it’s “not their job” Then vanish on their break And leave the racks half-stocked, Then laugh about what they don’t take! No tickets pulled, no paperwork, just stacks they didn’t touch, While Chet put freight up in the air instead of down—too much! And Tyler did the same and blamed Chet again for the scan, But both those guys just vanished for no reason but to spite eachother! The sounds! The sights! It happens every single night! I’ve never felt so fed up before, This buried rage I can’t ignore! I want to scream! I want to throw The pallet jack straight through the door! I’ve had enough! I’ve had enough! I’ve got to speak! I’ve got to huff! What kind of shift would leave this fucking fluff!?
