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    dots Submission Name: Blue Collar Blues (Dead End Town)dots

    Author: Dylan fan
    ASL Info:    19/m/mi
    Elite Ratio:    4.9 - 65/47/27
    Words: 345
    Class/Type: Poetry/Serious
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       I wrote this about the cycle of life, and the meaning of life. In the working class, most people work their whole lives, just like every other man has done for so long. And we die, and it seems meaningless after that.

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    dotsBlue Collar Blues (Dead End Town)dots

    Nestled somewhere in the old Midwest
    There's an iron belt town like all the rest
    Where the land is covered in fields of maize,
    and the empty highway road goes on for days
    On the old train tracks the smokestack rumbles through
    In the biting wind you can hear the whistle of the working man blues

    Dim lights line the dusty streets,
    Casting lonely shadows through the musty heat
    Smoke pours out of towers in the sky
    While on the streets chevy trucks pass by
    Each one is rumblin nowhere bound
    All across the dead end town.

    Factories and mines down on their luck
    Men a-workin hard tryin to make a buck
    Puttin in their lives every day,
    Got to work my friend ain't no other way.
    Men never gettin' out of this here town,
    Sellin their lives short in this dead end town.

    Old whiskey bar signs flash in the night,
    Where blue collar blues are drowned outa sight.
    Here's where childhood dreams spill to the floor,
    In this town ain't much use them dreams are for.
    Drinkin' just waitin' for better times,
    Drinkin' til' it's their time to die.

    The old brick school sits neath the hills,
    Teachin' values and all the useful skills,
    How to get by in this small city,
    Teachin' the path of mediocrity.
    Here is where the best days pass,
    Soon to sing the blues of the working class.

    Off on the hill way up town,
    Oaks and graves cover the ground.
    Layin' the men who worked in this town at the cemetary,
    Blue collar blues layed them tired and weary.
    The years mean nothing nor do the names,
    In this dead end town it's all the same.

    Somewhere out an old town farm,
    A union maid works out in the barn.
    She spent her days workin' for others,
    Couldn't afford the life of another.
    She helps a mother give birth to a son,
    Who will grow up to sing the blues in this dead end town.

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      omg thats creepy you have just decribed where i live lol, it does feel like a dead end life when you first look at it, i come from a hard working family, all we seem to do is work to survive, but its the life you live in between all that [censored], just remember the is always someone worse off than you, i loved this, your flow was kool, and so was your imagination, its gonna be added to ma faves
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