Class of Ordinary People
One in a shade with meat and a long knife
old girl with a load of hair like a witch
thug on a walk on yet a day to strife
area of men of no cost in one pitch
some lone, some even with a fine wife
air so loud as on it the rich ditch
big is the lane of the ride of life
the many with no car can take a hitch
no rest cos a coin can come and go
not much, not zero, life isn’t a foe
but a few get so weak to take a hoe
work and walk, busy is this beehive
the need to eat and what to wear connive
just to keep up with the run and survive.
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