Just feeling extra silly today . . .

"City Workers" by me :)

I look on the street and what do I see?
City workers stare back at me.
They spend their whole day talking,
taking breaks to do some walking.
They lean on shovels and they sigh and moan,
wonder when they can go home.
Some are Black, some are White,
and betwixt the races sometimes they fight.
They talk, they sing, they go on strike!
Will they do any work before they die?!
No, they're not paid enough to try.
"Joe don't do his work, why should I?"
That is their constant cry.
There's Hurricane work - tons and tons!
Thank the Lord for Mexicans!