a toast to the new poor

my buddy at work      
recently saw a program about Moses,      
and decided he wanted to chat.      
     
His name is Scott      
he is about 55,      
and his last 4-5 years      
have been a revelation      
in the instability of things,    
for him.      
     
Raised not quite rich,      
but fed well enough      
to believe in the American Dream,      
I can imagine he might have shed a tear      
when the fireworks      
shown just right      
over the stars n stripes      
on the July nights      
of his youth.      
     
He has good ethic      
and genuine zeal,      
joined the Air Force      
traveled, married and in between      
got good at Golf.      
Good enough to go pro,      
not Tiger Woods T.V. star pro,      
but pro enough to teach      
the powdered asshole rich      
how to shake their sticks.      
     
Things were good.      
     
Then yada yada,      
2008      
Middle Class disappeared      
 
shit mattered.      
     
He now slings steaks and beer      
to the working class      
alongside me      
 
(you know your "working class"      
if you laugh at the folks that talk about      
retirement,insurance,stocksbondsfunds      
disposable motherfucking income,      
that stuff)      
 
and I at 33      
seem to offer a slant      
that Armed Forces,      
marriage,golf and a Universe      
that makes sense      
   
couldn't.      
     
I am the first      
non-"other"      
(I matter)      
that's thinks it's ok      
to abandon a god,      
that seems like a jerk.