Sometimes
With all this Poetry. And so many of the Dems on here are Vegans. And most of the Republicans insane, Sometimes I feel Like the last working class blue collar union boot wearing Son of a Bitch on here.
But what can a Poor boy do.
Ya know there is just no place for a Street Fightin Man….
O but the sounds that I really like are the sounds of a Swithblade and a motorbike. I’m the juvenile product of the working class, whose best friend floats in the bottom of a glass….
My ol’ man’s drunker than a barrelfull of monkees and my ol’ lady she don’t care….
Just cause.
He loved his whiskey and he loved his women…
It’s the national anthem.
The first one is one of my favorites. Greetings from another son of a working man.
A man is what he is. No more, no less. Those who pretend to be something other than what they are, are exposed soon enough. I have been many things in my life. These things make up the whole of who I am. I am certain that this also describes you. For this reason I proudly call you a friend. You are solid in what you are, not a pretender. We may run in different circles most of the time, but my door is always open…and you fit in just fine to me.
RC
My Dad was a Machinist in the IAM Union. My union is AFTRA, and I’m SAG-eligible. but perhaps my heart belongs to the Industrial Workers of World.
the whole damn thing is getting bat shit crazy….
😉 Just so you know… Us bacon eating Greens support Unions. Like “right to work” is an option for the working man…