This poem is about early 20th Century Oil Drilling practices. Enjoy it, I really liked writing it.
A Rotary Tool Used for Scraping Out Obstructions from an Oil Pipeline
A Cylinder of hooks and plates,
Is put to work
The oil pipeline lies
Like a dull grey worm who has eaten
Too many vindictive spider webs,
Begging for the little devil's medicine
Grab, tug, grind the walls clean!
Endure the steady scrape.
Without necessary abrading,
The black gold won't flow