Friday, June 27, 2014

The Working Class

I imagine myself a hero
Dodging the spit filled demands of the employer
I work the hours waiting for the riverside
Telling stories mostly filled with shit
But some glimmer of a dream
A passion filled embrace
For the warmth
Beyond all money in the world
There lies a place filled with warmth
That is love in the heart.

Signed,
The working class.