You Blue-Collar Types

I’ve had key rings the size of silver dollars,
entire conversations in 10-codes,
calloused hands caked with grit.

I’ve washed vomit out of urinals,
mopped piss off countertops,
plunged toilets clogged with shit.

I’ve swept, scrubbed, and stacked,
placed, lifted and lain.
Learned the hard way to measure
and then measured again.

I’ve drilled, installed, chiseled, and grinded,
broke in, broke down, broke off
rekeyed, restocked, recycled, rebinded.

I never minded.