A Wasted Week

All day I tumble and toil,
tossed around like a football.

From around the world material arrives in a melee,
ships, lorries, government’s help to participate in a delay.

Moving from machine to machine can be a marathon race,
keeps me fit – but does the customer care less?

Every job I do has some ‘extras to do’
for the tools & instructions are never as they should be.

Thursdays are always quiet & time for the newspaper,
it’s something about batch planning I hear.

At the end of the week, I carefully count the scrap waste,
however, doing this always creates a bitter taste.

You may be surprised to know that all my herd effort goes to a store,
how long it stays there – maybe evermore?!