bluecollarA Poem by rt farristhe truth doesn't greet you like the sun in the morning. usually it would rather sneak upon you when you least expect it.
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a whiteman not just an alabaster-skinned descendant of cro-magnon but also an outlier who aligns himself with that league of men who rule the world except color doesn't trump class cannot form a bond between the haves and the have-nots because a white brother who can won't often spare a dime yes he's a whiteman a working man a blue collar proud to be an american man but he's mostly a bought man his time his life leased out in daily increments of blood sweat and fears the rights purchased by a cadre of wealth purveyors not too unlike those from the past except they preferred to own rather than rent
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