the world is filled with poets and dreamers
and would be rulers of the earth
but here’s a tip of the hat to the billions
who were not cursed from birth
to the folks who get up in the morning
and greet the dawn with a yawn
who feed the pigs and chickens
and put the coffee on
who drive the groaning trucks through the night
filled with beef patties and buns
to stock up mcdonalds and burger king
so you can greet the sun
the folks in angola and the ivory coast
and ecuador and peru
who grow quadrillions of coffee beans
just for me and you
let’s not forget the chickens and cows
with only one life to end
and end it in a bun with a special sauce
to feed their human friends
and the sad and happy programmers
and lonely writers of code
who enable your phones and devices
they truly carry the load
and all the bedpan carriers
and nurses in uniforms white
who keep our miserable carcasses afloat
through another day and night
all the drivers of cabs and buses
and the mechanics who tighten their bolts
to glide you across the continents
with no unnecessary jolts
o all you poets and dreamers
who hunger for glory and fame
you have not time in your flickering lives
to know their names
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