They were roofers, brick layers, landscapers
they were the ones that broke there back
all for a lawyer named Herman Shultz.
with the sweat off there backs, the backs that broke
marrow giving way to the force of a schmuck
down on the Newton line.
Everyday from morning to late noon,
toiling over the abysmal tar, and endlessly rapping pipes in teflon
wile the ebenezer mulls over which working stiff he can take for a ride.
and wile that scrooge looks at his work and how far his money can go
those roofers, brick layers, and landscapers all wonder how long they can keep it
in their ripped pockets.
To say that for the day they must go back to their wives is a misnomer.
Herman will go back and spend the remainder of the night with a trophy
while the workers will go home and be fragile with those small bodies
may they go easy with there calloused hands.
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