Working-class sit-out and left out

Doom-scrolling video bits

Axle-wrapping gut thoughts

Single-serving your morning coffee

Adjusted for inflation,

Seven dollars twenty-five in the way back back-in-the-day haze

becomes twenty-six bucks of frozen wage today

It you don’t pay attention to the working classes

You don’t just lose votes

And weak hope —

we’re over and out.