life buoy

behold the working class man
his hat soiled, unkempt unshaven
danger lurking in his filthy creases

his germ laden hands
grasping infected currency
behold this repulsive sight

peddler, gypsy, hawker jew,
pushing covered carts
in crowed streets of cobble stone

a fitter family feasting,
sniggering with sarcasm
supremely superior, it seems,

yea, you of a goodly heritage
i Q tested and found beyond,
calling for sterilization of the unfit.

yes, winning is your birthright
with your clear bright eyes,
golden hair and bogus beauty

but me, poor white trash
hanging on those trolley straps
daring to breath in public place

yes me, litigious fools, i wont be done
until i have had this little bit of fun

greg

dear murray
neatly surfed
supani123

Long live class struggle, catalyst of history and engine of social evolution!

I want to have "this little bit of fun" too, and alongside you, dear Cousin Greg, friend and fellow poet, fellow member of the masses. I love the delightfully sly ellipticality of the title as well.

Good to read you this early morning. Thank you for your kindness to me about my poem (I hope Franziska likes it too).

Respect and solidarity, as well as cousinly love always,

+Stevie

Fiat justitia ruat mundus!

beautifull read as always
misty