Greatness

“I don't want to go to school.”
You got on the assembly line.
“I'd rather not pay union dues.”
You never found a decent job.
“I don't like paying very much.
I'll always get the cheapest things,”
And, so, your factory was closed,
Its products now made overseas,
While you sit grumbling, out of
Work, and blaming blacks and
Mexicans for keeping folks like
You from making your land
Great again.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-03-10 at 00:06

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