by Dr. Rick McGrath, Ph.D.
(Modesto, CA )
OFF TO WORK I GO!
My uncle is out of control I know
No time to play so off to work I go
They gave away all my money
Laughing and trying to be funny!
My parents have lost their jobs
Uncle Sam pillages and he robs
We are now the lost generation
Left us with bitter frustration.
I go, I go, off to work I go
To the fields I must hoe
Nothing left for me to eat
Worn out shoes for my feet.
Written by Dr. Rick McGrath, Ph.D.
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