A man goes to work.
He sells his skills, his talents,
his ******* soul.
He pounds sidewalks, rides on buses,
flies on planes, and he drives in endless traffic.
The working man sacrifices
day after day
for his family.

On his own, that man will game the system,
he’ll do what he must
to scrape by on his own.
Dress codes, schedules, bosses, labor,
he puts up with forced servitude
out of the purest form of love
for his woman and his children.

On a few special days
that mark the working man’s life,
he deserves the best food and drink,
the devotion of his woman at his side,
and he deserves the companionship
of his closest allies.