The Common Man.

He is the last the rise and the first to fall
They call him the common man
Work is all he knows
Everything else gets left behind
To take a work call.

They treat him like a piece of dirt
They don't realise who he is
Because the small people
Make the big people be
He's the one who will end up hurt

The colleagues come, the collages go
But he always stays behind
To help in any way he can
Because he feels wanted and needed
But they just want to make him feel low

I guess they don't stop and think
Of the man who has no time
But does it all
Because all this work is going
To push him to the brink

His funeral will be the same
No fuss made at all
The same in life as in death
Now he's gone they 'll find someone else
Another common man who they can blame.