Poems praising overtime employees

1. Poems about overtime work of site employees

Poems about overtime work of site employees 1. Ask for a poem describing the life on the construction site.

1.

Worried about work year after year,

Working overtime every day is like a monkey!

Overtime is unpaid,

There is no reason to be scolded again!

I bowed my head when I saw my boss.

Get paid and shake your hair!

By the end of the month, I began to worry again.

When can I get rid of it?

2.

Beautiful factory, my home,

Wages will never increase.

Fire food is really bad,

Fried cucumber with green vegetables every day.

Oil-free and salt-free sandy soil,

The worst part is lard residue.

It is not good to work overtime every night.

I'm tired of missing my parents in the middle of the night.

Work life is really bad,

You can eat grass in vegetables.

The flies in the soup are taking a bath.

Ants are racing on the table.

There is little oil and salt on the plate.

There is a mosquito bite under your feet again.

No meal is full,

Alas … it's hard luck!

Love is empty, love is empty,

I live and work by myself.

Empty people, empty money,

A single evil karma is at work.

The mobile phone is empty, so change it.

Life forces me to be unfaithful.

Going to work every day is more worry-free.

The boss has no reason to speak.

We did it like sleepwalking.

Criticize tears every day

2. Poems describing workers

Workers' Poems —— Five Early Poems by qi zhou

screw

one

I screwed the screws on the assembly line.

The screw screwed me on the assembly line.

We are two screws that meet in a narrow way.

Do one's best

Twisted blood, sweat and homesickness

But I can't twist it out.

The original self

two

Everyone on the assembly line

It's all rotating screws.

Puppet in shadow play

I can't help fiddling with the fantastic dance.

From pain to tears, to fleeting time.

But I can't turn it out.

The shadow of poverty and desolation

three

Parts processing parts

Screws never care about other screws.

Only consider the position of the foot.

Dancing on the cliff

One step cannot be wrong.

A little careless

There is no place on the cone.

Foxconn XXX

He is nineteen years old.

I'm so sleepy, my eyelids have been fighting.

Sleeping on thirsty punch.

The fist gave him a fiery kiss.

Kiss the fragrance of epiphyllum

I can finally close my eyes.

I have slept soundly every night since then.

life

Shake off poverty

Kidnapped by civilization

Home is a distant word.

Wandering song in the city

There are some vicissitudes in the works.

The factory is a temporary home.

Home became a temporary hotel.

Make a living in the cracks

All I get are passers-by

Keep your eyes open and make money.

It costs money to close your eyes

The salary was reduced to Kuafu who chased the sun.

Other places are dying of thirst.

labour union

In ...

The boss's napkin

Wipe its ugly face

Beautify its dirty soul

He threw it away after using it.

The saliva splashed on the workers' faces.

The second is.

The boss's watchdog

Who is weak, who is bluffing?

Who bit hard?

The boss's smelly ass

The more he licks it, the more fragrant it gets.

ticket

Narrow train tickets.

How many migrant workers are on their backs?

Dream of going home

A long runway

How many vagrants are blocked?

Long-cherished wish to go home

The train ticket is so narrow, so narrow.

Narrow enough to hold in the palm of your hand

The track is so long, so long

Crossing the Bridge of Cowherd and Weaver Girl

How many times have I returned to my hometown in my dream?

How many times I woke up, tears streaming down my face.

What time?

No need to sharpen your head

For that one.

Stenosis, stenosis

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