blue collar people,
scuffing for work,
in their forties and fifties,
no one wants to hire....
eight dollar an hour,
ten dollar an hour,
whatever you can find...
no benefits, no health insurance...
pray you dont get sick....
emergency room visits,
broken arm, day surgery...
a bill for $15,000....
you cant pay, you cant pay...
just a few groceries,
pay a little on the rent,
scuffing for work, scuffing,
just trying to survive!
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