The Drowning of Finnegan

Yes, what you heard was absolutely correct –
Finnegan drowned in the water cooler –
right there – that corner –
that very water cooler, as a matter of fact.

Was a Tuesday in June – random Tuesday –
nothing special – right after 2:30 break –
walks in off the loading dock and
takes a box-cutter to the top of a 10-gallon jug –
saws the son-of-a-bitch right off.

Puts a harness on – hooks the harness to a winch –
hoists himself up and lowers himself face down
into the water jug until his head’s all the way in –
then he drops the controls to the winch.

We seen that and we all come running – and
we did what he’d told us to do in that situation –
we wrapped our arms around his legs and arms,
and waited until there was no fight left in them.

You look at me like I’m crazy, but you’ve gotta
understand how it is in a place like this.

Finnegan was the boss. Understand what I mean?
Finnegan was the boss –
and in a place like this,
you do what the boss says
and if you don’t, there’s hell to pay.

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