Hours.

Hours.

by Brian Hughes

If we could all listen to this wonderful word

People who want to be something just wanna be heard

to the legitimate people who stay true to their name

be unique and you’ll rise to fame

from here to there and across the world

whether your rich or broke or a boy or a girl

times are tough and life is hard but you’ll never make it anywhere without no job

White collar.

Blue collar.

I’m the dog without a leash and no collar.

Under class and under paid

Why live life for just minimum wage?

Constuction hats and business suits, baseball bats and work boots

higher education & college degrees

that means nothing when your broke, jobless and on the streets.

I’ve got a job

I’m a professional at being bored

So I write these rhymes to sketch out the blueprint of the future.

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