Redneck, White Trash, And Blue Collar Poem by Jon M. Nelson

Verse 1:
I wear my blue collar over my red neck,
Working hard to earn that paycheck.
I sometimes feel I'm treated like white trash,
Because the government takes most of my cash.
I proudly honor the red, white, and blue,
And I will work until the day is through.
But when it comes to quitting time,
I meet up with some of my own kind.

Chorus:
If you feel like you get the shaft,
Raise your glass and give a holler.
Be proud to be in the working class,
Busting your a** to make that dollar.
Redneck, White Trash, and Blue Collar.

Verse 2:
My neck turns red under the hot midday sun,
Working hard to get the job done.
I may be sweaty under that blue collar,
In the school of hard knocks, I am a scholar.
At the end of the day, I'm ready to crash,
Yet the world treats me like I'm white trash.
I do all of this for my family,
Because we live in the land of the free.

Chorus:
If you feel like you get the shaft,
Raise your glass and give a holler.
Be proud to be in the working class,
Busting your a** to make that dollar.
Redneck, White Trash, and Blue Collar.