Mi Casa Es Su Casa

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Mi Casa Es Su Casa

Poem by: Juli Monat

Genre: Song Lyrics

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Poem by: Juli Monat

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Genre: Song Lyrics

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Summary

The irony of construction workers. After the job is done they are not welcome to come inside to those fancy skycrappers.

Summary

The irony of construction workers. After the job is done they are not welcome to come inside to those fancy skycrappers.

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Submitted: November 28, 2012

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Mi Casa es su Casa

 

Home sweet Home, they like

To say

I wonder if this is true,

Workers in blue

 

Joe Smith is so happy, like

A good pappy

The job is done, just

Like to used condom

 

The big sky scrapper, magnificent

Wonder,

I’m one with the thunder

 

Now, Joe smith, can’t go

Inside

I sweat my forehead, for

My piece of bread

 

You have no tie, bye-bye

Joe Smith,

Hey man, I worked on this sky

Scrapper, with my

Very own hands, every

Grain of sand

 

Joe Smith, the worker, me,

The New Yorker

An irony, phony, stony,

I can’t step into

This plaza,

Mi casa es su casa?

 

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