Terry D. Sutherland

BLUE COLLAR

On the eighth and waning hour
Of a poor man’s working day
He’ll have earned his sugar and flour
And gilded the rich man’s way

He’ll have gone forward two steps
And then taken one step back
His hands assemble the concepts
Of the thinkers at the top of the stack

He is the backbone of American life
He is the staff of his modest home
He’ll endure censure and strife
So that the rich can adorn their throne

Long live the blue collar class
Americans joy and pride
If it weren’t for his guts and brass
We’d all be living outside