I think of these men, alone in the dark,
feeling privileged that I can see the stars just by looking up,
that my water pours freely from a pewter faucet,
that my spiritual peace stems from the winner of "Project Runway."
And even unhinged jealousy swells,
that these workers never earned their celebrity;
they earn $1 an hour,
and Anderson Cooper praises them,
simply for living.