working class
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To know thyself
is to self destruct
out of luck
Crying out in newborn desperation
People watch in fascination
Called to discrimination
Ears filled with litigation
One nation
Screaming, fighting, sacred food was the symbol of the 1980's.
The weekly baths, always a storm, I went last,
only to find the water had gone luke warm.
Dadday gone working in the mine, factory, or some other shit pit
The first day that really smells like September.
Crisp, cool, requiring a sweatshirt.
Seeing the millrace and being
taken back
to Autumn of 2009 in Pennsylvania.
America is greatbut the people who made is great don't get to experience it
when profits are low they cut jobs instead of their paychecksthe only people who feel the burden are the ones just trying to scrape by
