Second factory entry
Everyone still like items in a pantry
Brutish anger on my mind
Fear was all I needed to find

Men and women faces rattled
I no-one battled
Or raised their eyes to the boss
Unless they sought a harsh loss

Table set so grand
My neck embraced a garland
With items and food
All for my good

My favorite dessert to the end
Nothing left to mend
With long cigar in my hand
Listened to the native music band

Sweet morsel raised
"Cream puff" a little girl praised
An intruding guile
But a beckoning warm smile

My hand defied my selfish brain
From all its refrain
A smile so heartwarming of a dream
Her upper lip with pastry and cream

I was truly lost
A person only a ghost
My pain was gone
No longer would I be alone

Years of good practice
My father's apprentice
A soft and mellow son was I
Big company waited for him to die

Ground in "modern" knowledge
From the land of privilege
They forced me to take out the joy
With their foreign ploy

"Profits!" the new owners drummed hard into me
Never let the natives be free
"Cream Puff!"  I now spout
"I'll beat you to a grout"

That smile still warms my heart
Carries all my good out in a spiritual cart
Remembering my father's kindness
Secretly torch my fields back to the wilderness

Barren and without material
With no quick chance for a revival
Get the empty bulidings back for a song
Bringing back the feelings lost for so long

Back to the old normal
Lost is everything formal
Dozens of lunch tables for all
Everyone has a ball

Cream puffs for everyone
Hatred left in no-one
The little ones eat first with all their splender
Their creamy smiles a daily reminder