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Blue Collar
I see slouchy men with
slouchy shirts and slouchy lives
shuffling along in their sad songs,
forgetting the words.
The factories they live in offer nothing but
vending machine lunch breaks
and bathrooms without mirrors.
There's a silence around them
and on their down time
they rally in basements
to shuffle cards and stories.
Their wives waiting upstairs
with furrowed brow,
preserved fruits and ancient linens.
The wives keep busy pacing
with worry giving life to
the floorboards' quiet sermon.
Ray Strickland 2011
