She punched out another card.
It was nearly midday.
She punched out another card.
The time her supervisor made his ‘rounds’.
She punched out another card.
She knew all too well that he didn’t really care about the
shopfloor.
She punched out another card.
He was just making an excuse.
She punched out another card.
So he could come down.
She punched out another card.
And make crude jokes, references, maybe even ‘accidentally’
touch her.
She punched out another card.
But today, today was the line.
She punched out another card.
He approached her, smiling.
She punched out the cad.
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