Hundreds of thousands, no millions, I guess, Of Americans get up each morning and dress In denim or tweed, polyester or silk, Wash down some breakfast with coffee or milk, Pack lunch for the kids, see them off to school, Catch the 8:05, 'can't be late, stay cool'. Noses to grindstones or buried in books, Getting the work done, frantic looks At the clock, hoping break time is maybe here. 'Oh good, lunchtime is getting near'.     Manning jackhammers, attending each client, Punching a time clock or self—reliant.. Mom has grown wheels as she chauffeurs the teams Back and forth to practice, 'Relax?  In my dreams!'. In Grandma's life the comforts of age should lurk But  most grandmothers nowadays have to work. Dad gets home weary from the day's helter—skelter, Has dinner, then helps out at a homeless shelter.     These are the lives if everyday medium folk, Who have no idea they're Inside—the Beltway's great joke, And pay their taxes to...(Read Full Post)