Poems ✍️

I asked the mayor of Gary about the 12-hour day and the 7-day week.
And the mayor of Gary answered more workmen steal time on the job in Gary
than any other place in the United States.
"Go into the plants and you will see men sitting around doing nothing--machinery
does everything," said the mayor of Gary when I asked him about the 12-hour
day and the 7-day week.
And he wore cool cream pants, the Mayor of Gary, and white shoes, and a barber
had fixed him up with a shampoo and a shave and he was east and
imperturbable though the government weather bureau thermometer said 96 and
children were soaking their heads at bubbling fountains on the street corners.
And I said good-bye to the Mayor of Gary and I went out from the city hall and
turned the corner into Broadway.
And I saw workmen wearing leather shoes scruffed with fire and cinders, and
pitted with little holes from running molten steel,
And some had bunches of specialized muscles around their shoulder blades hard
as pig iron, muscles of their forearms were sheet steel and they looked to me like
men who had been somewhere.