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WORKERS OF THE WORLD
Menial labor
I’m the last of the few
Dirt covered blue collar
With Union views
Not much call
For the middle class
Sorry to say
I’m one of the last
Little respect
For my kind of girl or guy
Sweat for the money
Not for the pie in the sky
You keep telling me
"Unions are passé"
I’m wrong, you’re right
Things are not my way
But unlike you
I still have my dignity
To make a living
I never had to
Sleep with anybody
Published 15th Mar 2014
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19th Mar 2014 1:56pm
19th Mar 2014 5:36pm
21st Mar 2014 8:33am
"But unlike you
I still have my dignity
To make a living
I never had to
Sleep with anybody"
That was sweet and sharp. Good read, snugglebuck.
I still have my dignity
To make a living
I never had to
Sleep with anybody"
That was sweet and sharp. Good read, snugglebuck.
30th Oct 2018 7:55am
Thanks Grace. Coming from such a great poet as you, I consider this quite the compliment.
21st Mar 2014 1:02pm
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23rd Mar 2014 3:37pm
The hard truth of a dying era. Many things improved because of unions but the balance has shifted and once something is gone, its gone.
30th Oct 2018 7:56am
23rd Mar 2014 3:52pm
Nikki, the balance has shifted so, I can barely hang onto the titter-totter anymore.
30th Oct 2018 6:33am
