I’m one of those trodden townie truckers,
just another poor sun-kissed sucker,
chasin’ after my wimpy weekly wage,
as it gets me out of my rusty iron cage.
I can do it all,
I’m at your beck n’ call;
wood, metal, lawns, and bricks,
I’ll keep workin’ till it’s six.
If you need some roofing,
send me up a ladder hoofing,
missing all important dates
while I’m stripping scattered slates.
I’m a grueling gravel grader grating
spending all his time heated, hissing, hating,
as your mewling nitpicking starts getting on my nerves;
I’m only painting pompous places cause’ it serves.
I’m nothing but a lazy ditch digger
who is lacking any vigor
heat-stroking with the hammer-blow
a temperamental tamper hardly making any dough.
I’ve got sweat clinging to my brow,
chugging water while I’m begging for some chow,
beaten by a barking boss underneath the sun,
while I wait for the five o’clock freedom that I’ve won.
I’m a wearied worn weakened worker boy
who said goodbye to all his happiness and joy
wondering if it’s still really strange
to keep waiting for a change.
About the Creator
AmbroseVox
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