I view Me a Common Schmuck,
just Like same and With some Luck,
I ground Out a Common Wage,
Retirement is Now my Stage.
Did the Things was Supposed to Do,
save some Bucks – Insurance Too.
My family Would not go Broke,
if One day I up and Croke.
Now the Income’s kind of Light,
Reality’s become my Blight.
as I struggle to Survive,
my Worth’s more Dead than is Alive.