My dad worked in a slaughter house <br />Stale blood on his boots smelled for miles <br />I thought what a cruel job he had <br />He was chief eyeball exploder. <br /> <br />For hours I used to watch over him <br />I sat staring at his eyes, <br />In case they exploded, <br />While he slept.<br /><br />Chris Darlington<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/eyeball-exploder/
