Blue State Blues

They wave the flags in shades of blue. Say, "Working folks we're

fighting for you". Service smiling, clocks punch late, but the fire prince locked behind

the gate. Crowded stages, promises loud, cheering speeches to the crowd.

Then the bill comes down the line. Funny how it's never signed.

They say they're for the people, hear the slogan roll. But they

tax the chips and overtime you hold. And New York lights,

California gold. Illinois sings what is always told. There for the people,

so they claim. Just not your shift, just not your pay.