I wrote this over the summer when I was used and abused as a serf; by a middle-class family on a roofing project. Will never do that again; would rather die than cow-tail out of my class and social spere again.

"A DEEPER SHADE of BLUE"
By
Brett Alexander Macarius Andreeivich Encelewski

They are like us; but they are not us.
They talk like us; but don’t say the same things.
They know similar people; but their people are more powerful.
They know the same TRADES; but they have different, better jobs.
They know the same craft; but they don’t know it as we do.
They work to play; we work to survive.
They clean-up nicely; we don’t.
They have a blue-collar; so do we, however:

It is a deeper shade of blue: saltier, grittier, earthy, and true.

Sometimes God-fearing,
Sometimes godless,
Sometimes enlightened,
Sometimes ignorant,
Sometimes grandiose,
Sometimes depressed,
Sometimes epic,
Sometimes tragic.

For millennia; civilization has risen and fallen at the compliance or rebellion of our meek and calloused hands. We may be your slaves; but you are just slaves of the WHITE COLLAR. A truly righteous and liberated man is he who has no servant; but serves and loves all mankind.

Who are we? Who are you? Our collar is cut lowest, a deeper shade of blue.