I was so happy, I was so proud
In the slow sunlight dream of life.
Whether life was murmuring, or it was loud,
Whether I slumbered, or was in the midst of strife,
I did what had to be done
For my children and my wife,
Always stopping to think what would be best,
Though Liberty, with heaving breast,
Often stood before me, flag hoisted, leaning into my ear:
“I am a picture, but a beautiful picture, and your destiny is here.”



  1. noochinator said,

    June 27, 2016 at 10:00 pm

    “A working class hero is something to be.”

  2. thomasbrady said,

    June 27, 2016 at 11:07 pm

    When you have money. Like Lennon. Or Clinton.

  3. noochinator said,

    June 28, 2016 at 10:49 am

    I was never really sure what a working class hero is — then yesterday I found this definition in the Urban Dictionary:

    Working Class Hero: a person who has given up his/her dreams for a realistic life in the working middle class to provide for his/her family.

    “My artwork got me nowhere, the bills pilled up so I was forced to get a job at the post office. Now i guess I’m a working class hero, for whatever that’s worth.”


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