Working Herd

My pride is not of presidents their monuments or halls, I’m proud of the nation’s people the working class with balls. Owned forever by the bank with interest rates so cruel, looking in the showrooms at things that make them drool. Clothes are off the rack never owning a new car, taking home a case of beer not drinking in a bar. Watch the news with interest voting their pocketbook, high falooten nonsense doesn’t get a second look. America’s bone and muscle with values of common sense, standing firm on issues not sitting on the fence. I’ve been proud for centuries of the farmer and the clerk, knowing the ethic of America is succeeding with hard work.