Don’t claim there’s nothing left for the working man
not when two hours off the books at Y-Not
gets you a 30-pack of Keystone for the weekend,
not when Frank and the boys get off work at the house of pizza
and come by with a pie and a dimebag,
and say Pat knows a guy at the garage who can hook you up
with a shady reg sticker and some new used tires.
It’s not much and it’s not easy,
but listen to Tony’s dad some time when he’s drunk
and starts to talk about the old days.
It never was much, never was easy,
but if you’re not too proud to do what needs done
you’ll have a case for the weekend
and bullshit to tell the boys at work on Monday.
Secretly Ironic 