Workshop

I left the workshop, just today,
Took a trip, a way, away,
To a place, that sold some shit,
Full'v shit that talked pure shit,
Whilst breathing all the decent air,
& filled it full'v all its care,
Pollution all, pollution still,
Of every kind that saps & kills,
The spirits of the plentiful,
The full, & filled, who robbed & killed,
The good & pure, worth living for.