Carelessness wakes up late
And re-wears clothes from the unwashed pile
And doesn’t bother to eat her toaster waffles on a plate
She decides to leave after she feeds her fish
And cat
And self… again

Carelessness drives slow, already 45 minutes late
But will rush before happy hour ends at the Pub
She backs into a spot off I-90
Doesn’t bother to put on her vest until her foreman yells at her
Doesn’t care too let the 1998 Gradall XL4100 warm up
She digs not even looking at what she does
Her progress is right where it was yesterday and the day before

After texting her boyfriend Tyler every five minutes
She slowly creeps into her Union standard break time
Where she just decided to take Vicodin
Not one
Or two
But 3 should get her through the day
Enough so if someone asks a question
She can at least respond

After 2 more Marlboros she climbs back down from her truck
And back into the Gradall
She didn’t bother turning it off during her extended break because…
Well she just didn’t even notice
She once again started digging into an area that did not need to be
But her pills have her so messed up she is not where she needs to be

She falls asleep, drooling in the Gradall
Her Vicodin hits her hard
She finally wakes up, anything but pleasant
It was the sound of the Foreman yells in her face
“You careless b****! Are you trying to kill someone?!”
She didn’t notice her machine roll into a ditch during her nap time

But Carelessness just did not care
She was ready to get to the happy hour at the pub
Jobless
Friendless
Careless.