I am pinned to a movable tractor
Brimmed of agricultural inputs
Tractioned to cultivate and plant
In an awful environment
To present awe-inspiring service.
Dangerous, hazardous and hurtful;
Inmate of corrosive environ suffers.

Here I am pinned as tractor
To prevent dust bowl.
But I am bittered, soaked in this peccability
Though I am part and parcel of it.

I am the one
Excavating nuisance and obnoxious materials.
The woeful mood I am enshrined
And mandated, but not alone.

I am alone now
And obviously worthless.
I am still pinned -
In a static manner.
Fix me I pray-
Fix me to pray
And make the awful paths palatable
I function in complete.