Convinced that copper has no worth?
Well my friend, have you ever worked
or worn a tattered, sweaty shirt
that (much like life) could not be shirked?
It’s doubtful that you’ll ever scratch
while scrounging for the scruffy scraps
revered by any weary wretch
that keeps resentment under wraps.
The jingle of impending change
commingles with the clink of chains
restricting a respectful range
when class related claptrap reigns.
Are You Reading Me?
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