The Working Man Poem by Joe Hughes

He is the backbone of all nations
As he works his nine to five.
Pays his mortgage, pays his taxes,
Keeps the economies alive.

But he's put upon all over
By the vested interested groups.
Be they businessmen, politicians or clergy -
He's the ingredient in their soup.

He rarely seems overly ambitious
With his heavy mortgage debt.
He's happy with his Friday pint
Plus a holiday on the Med!

He whinges about politics,
The Health Service, yes the roads
But he'll never stand up for himself
That would be too big a load.

He's got a large screen telly.
He supports a Premiership team.
He moans about British Rail.
Early retirement is his dream.

He is the backbone of the nation
Though often feels his life is sour.
Little does he realise
That he holds all the power!