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Worker's Ode to Labor Day 2011

Work 'till you drop. Stop. Drop. Get up. Do it again.

Work. Be grateful to be working. Work harder. Work 'till you drop. Stop. Drop. Get up. Do it again.

Give up time with growing children. Work. Keep bills paid. Years pass. Chances pass.

Work 'till you drop. Stop. Drop. Get up. Do it again.

Get older. Get scared to work less hard. Work harder.

No time for neighbors, community, friends, or the laziness of leisure. No riches. No home left.

Work 'till you drop. Stop. Drop. Get up. Do it again.

Work 'till you drop. Stop. Drop. Get up. Do it again.

Work. Be grateful to be working. Work harder. Work 'till you drop. Stop. Drop. Get up. Do it again.

Give up time with growing children. Work. Keep bills paid. Years pass. Chances pass.

Work 'till you drop. Stop. Drop. Get up. Do it again.

Get older. Get scared to work less hard. Work harder.

No time for neighbors, community, friends, or the laziness of leisure. No riches. No home left.

Work 'till you drop. Stop. Drop. Get up. Do it again.

No savings. No pension. All spent staying barely healthy enough to work harder.

Holidays a time for silent desperation. Alone. Or maybe go to sales at the stores where workers are working 'till they drop, reminders of just another working day in America.

No job. Lost. Shame. Bills never stopping. Work somewhere, work anywhere, do anything. Stay alive.

Work 'till you drop. Stop. Drop. Get up. Do it again.

Rich people and bosses have no guilt about holidays, no fear in a nap.

Work 'till you drop. Stop. Drop. Get up, get up, get up, get up. Do it again.

Pay your taxes. Pay your bills. Pay their taxes. Pay their bills. You've lost everything that you valued anyway. Loser. Loner. Lazy. That's how the power class sees us all. We are tools of their American dream and the fools who lost their own. They are smarter than we. Whoopee.

Labor Day? Why are you not working? No job? Lost it? A day off? Why are you not working? At least go buy something that will swell the profits and power of those who find us all so pliable, so pitiful, so workable. Listen for the call. It may be the need for profits calling. If so, get up. Now.

Work 'till you drop. Stop. Drop. Get up. Do it again. Then stop. When you finally expire - literally and figuratively. Unless the wealthy and the powerful figure out a way to prolong our lives a little longer to make a few more dollars as they inject us with pain killers and tranquilizers so we cannot even scream on the way out of their profit-making agendas.

Labor Day? That's all day, every day, in every way. America has no holidays. And certainly not for workers or those who wish they were. We are someone else's holidays.

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Work 'till you drop. Stop. Drop. Get up. Do it again.

Work. Be grateful to be working. Work harder. Work 'till you drop. Stop. Drop. Get up. Do it again.

Give up time with growing children. Work. Keep bills paid. Years pass. Chances pass.

Work 'till you drop. Stop. Drop. Get up. Do it again.

Get older. Get scared to work less hard. Work harder.

No time for neighbors, community, friends, or the laziness of leisure. No riches. No home left.

Work 'till you drop. Stop. Drop. Get up. Do it again.

No savings. No pension. All spent staying barely healthy enough to work harder.

Holidays a time for silent desperation. Alone. Or maybe go to sales at the stores where workers are working 'till they drop, reminders of just another working day in America.

No job. Lost. Shame. Bills never stopping. Work somewhere, work anywhere, do anything. Stay alive.

Work 'till you drop. Stop. Drop. Get up. Do it again.

Rich people and bosses have no guilt about holidays, no fear in a nap.

Work 'till you drop. Stop. Drop. Get up, get up, get up, get up. Do it again.

Pay your taxes. Pay your bills. Pay their taxes. Pay their bills. You've lost everything that you valued anyway. Loser. Loner. Lazy. That's how the power class sees us all. We are tools of their American dream and the fools who lost their own. They are smarter than we. Whoopee.

Labor Day? Why are you not working? No job? Lost it? A day off? Why are you not working? At least go buy something that will swell the profits and power of those who find us all so pliable, so pitiful, so workable. Listen for the call. It may be the need for profits calling. If so, get up. Now.

Work 'till you drop. Stop. Drop. Get up. Do it again. Then stop. When you finally expire - literally and figuratively. Unless the wealthy and the powerful figure out a way to prolong our lives a little longer to make a few more dollars as they inject us with pain killers and tranquilizers so we cannot even scream on the way out of their profit-making agendas.

Labor Day? That's all day, every day, in every way. America has no holidays. And certainly not for workers or those who wish they were. We are someone else's holidays.

Work 'till you drop. Stop. Drop. Get up. Do it again.

Work. Be grateful to be working. Work harder. Work 'till you drop. Stop. Drop. Get up. Do it again.

Give up time with growing children. Work. Keep bills paid. Years pass. Chances pass.

Work 'till you drop. Stop. Drop. Get up. Do it again.

Get older. Get scared to work less hard. Work harder.

No time for neighbors, community, friends, or the laziness of leisure. No riches. No home left.

Work 'till you drop. Stop. Drop. Get up. Do it again.

No savings. No pension. All spent staying barely healthy enough to work harder.

Holidays a time for silent desperation. Alone. Or maybe go to sales at the stores where workers are working 'till they drop, reminders of just another working day in America.

No job. Lost. Shame. Bills never stopping. Work somewhere, work anywhere, do anything. Stay alive.

Work 'till you drop. Stop. Drop. Get up. Do it again.

Rich people and bosses have no guilt about holidays, no fear in a nap.

Work 'till you drop. Stop. Drop. Get up, get up, get up, get up. Do it again.

Pay your taxes. Pay your bills. Pay their taxes. Pay their bills. You've lost everything that you valued anyway. Loser. Loner. Lazy. That's how the power class sees us all. We are tools of their American dream and the fools who lost their own. They are smarter than we. Whoopee.

Labor Day? Why are you not working? No job? Lost it? A day off? Why are you not working? At least go buy something that will swell the profits and power of those who find us all so pliable, so pitiful, so workable. Listen for the call. It may be the need for profits calling. If so, get up. Now.

Work 'till you drop. Stop. Drop. Get up. Do it again. Then stop. When you finally expire - literally and figuratively. Unless the wealthy and the powerful figure out a way to prolong our lives a little longer to make a few more dollars as they inject us with pain killers and tranquilizers so we cannot even scream on the way out of their profit-making agendas.

Labor Day? That's all day, every day, in every way. America has no holidays. And certainly not for workers or those who wish they were. We are someone else's holidays.