Forklift me, daddy.

There are many noises in a warehouse,
including that of a beefy forklift.
The way they skim around the place,
is a subtle and virtuous gift.
 
I struggle lifting heavy things,
like weights or tools or mallet.  
So it humbles me to see that forky-boy,
dominate and master the pallet.  
 
I was in the warehouse aisle Yesterday,
and everything in my life seemed quite bleak.
Then in the distance I hear a sound approaching,
that beautiful familiar 'beep'.
 
A forklift was reversing,
I just closed my eyes and smiled.
It was only 9 in the morning,
and things were getting wild.
 
From round the corner it flew at haste,
ready for service like a loyal beast.
I felt joy overcome me to see it in action,
my mood had instantly increased.  
 
I stopped to admire its curvature,
it's edges and its shape.
I hope one day to get those forks right in me,
my arsehole - my sphincter shall gape.  
 
I daydream about being hoisted like a flag,
Up into the air for the world to see.
I imagine how I'd look up high,
the image fills me with glee.