Someone was asked who are the

most important people in America.

Someone else didn’t hesitate.

The garbage collectors, the

janitors, the police, fire-

fighters, nurses, the nurses’

aides – the pooper-scoop-

ers and pee-keepers of

the hospital,  the gatherers

of bedpans galore.

 

Not the CEOs, CFO’s and COOing

doves of corporations.  Think about

those guys and a few gals, during a

strike, in their posh offices sitting

in their great, new, totally

ergonomic chairs with gar-

bage and fecal matter up to

their knees on their I-

phones and computers

begging for help.

 

No, of course not, please.

 

Pay those workers what they are worth so

they can purchase stuff from the corp-

orations run by those who sit in it up

to their touches while the pee and po-

op sluices and slushes around the floor

soaking their Johnston and Murphy’s

and Allen Edmonds so all that really

bad-smelling stuff can get flushed

down the drain and those execs.

can make it to

 

the executive toilets to grab the Char-

min and just sit there and squeeze

and squeeze and squeeze and cry

and cry and cry until someone,

probably a janitor or a garbage

collector or cop or fire-fighter

can shower them down, flush

out those shoes, blow dry

their hair and send them

to the hospital

 

where they will be cared for by

nurses, nurses’ aides and order-

lies who clean the pans, help

the helpless to the john till

they can put on their under-

ware, pants, bras, etc., go

home to their gated commun-

ities and get ready for the next

day’s capitalistic

challenges.