Dirty Underwear

Dirty Underwear

    by Ronald J. Hoffman

against you against the wall up and down the street

scum caked windows and iron grates

people with tools to break their fate

but all you see is dirty underwear

piss and perfume and human brine

downward faces get to work on time

you're forty five and you punch a clock

and your boss is some clean cut jock

but he wears dirty underwear

we all wear dirty underwear

cheap food cheap beer that's all we need

cheap wages that pay the landlord's deed

has her expenses to feed her greed

and she wears dirty underwear

she needs your dirty underwear

time to get up another day

kick the tv dinner boxes away

singing to work all the way

all we need is dirty underwear

drink some black coffee and tug on

your dirty underwear

Copyright 2017 Ronald J. Hoffman