A Working Class Man.

Cleaning the floor,
Full of Dust
And Papercuts,
Champagnes
Hams
And White Creams.

A party blown last night
Hosted by a rich man
attended by Capitalistic Minds.
Smoked a thousand Cigars
Which cost thousands Poor Cuban Labors.

Dancing Flamengo
Discussing placebo
And Planning another show.
The Whole Night.

The Dawn came.
They left
He got in.
to weep their dirty history,
Of fun and carelessness
that's built on Selfishness.

A working class man,
remains in the bottom
Of the social class line.
Witnessing His class falls down.
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Influenced by[z]


Note:
Written for a poor working class man.
Not a Person I know,
Not Someone I am,
But Someone
We see every early morning
cleaning higher-class people's dirts,
with a sad look,
a hopefull heart,
tearfull eyes.
With an orange uniform.
and an old baseball hat.
Written on it
"One more Pitch to Win" --[x]

Note: This is the post #240.