Money as my carrot
I pushed myself down the hard knock of physicality,
Earthquake tempering in the House of Richter.
Bloodied by old lumber,
Cement dust in the lungs,
Six days laboring in an El Cerrito basement,
Skulll repeatedly rung on floor joists,
Hucking plywood as shearwall-
Just to pay a few more bills.
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