Man To Man Poem by Eric Cockrell

bossman, bossman
crying in your gravy;
call me worthless, useless,
just dont call me lazy.

hard to keep your houses,
hard to keep your cars.
turn your head, lift up your nose,
so you cant see my scars.

count your money, count it well,
is my picture on each bill?
come on down to this poor man's town,
and i'll show you what's really real!

truth is, i'm fed up,
not going to take it any more!
i'm not your boy, not your trash,
not your excuse, not your whore.

i dont want your riches,
all the things you're clinging to.
just a little respect, some dignity.....
man to man, me and you!