“Blue Collar Blues”

Eight nine ten or twelve ticks of the clock,

to stay any longer would feel like a crock.

For your family and life hear the tick tock

of minutes dialing the codes to seal your lock.

No key can open a door that won’t knock,

the numbers all worn from writings in chalk.

Investments made for the shorting of your stock,

soaring prices for Blue Collar Blues, no great shock.