Mi Casa Es Su Casa

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

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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