To Whom It May Concern (Artch)

Let my statement be clear. Dear Mr. Editor, don't hang-up, Lend me your ear. I'm just a common working-man, Doin' the best that I can. But to whom it may concern; I've just about had enough My neighbor looks set in his fancy "Corvette", With the "stereo"-loud screams While I ride the subway from Monday to Friday, Mingling with the crowd. They say that crime does not pay. But-"hell", I'm changing my way. To whom it may concern; I'm tired of trying to make an honest-living. "To whom it may concern" I only say; "Let justice be done" Dear Mr. Editor, this may sound familiar, But I've paid my dues, To the society, with pride and in piety. But, what's the use ? Tell me, what have I earned ? I get nothing in return. To whom it may concern; I'm tired of trying'...I've had enough.