I was patriotic,
if nothing else,
goddamnit,
No---
I was self made,
even if they traced me back to the mines,
even if they dug up everything the way my father did,
they could not dig up privilege,
even the yellowest cat could not call me on that,
self righteousness,
self proclaimed virtue,
deserved entitlement,
these items could be listed for sport,
but never once could they write that to the victor went the spoiled,
never could they ever,
unless I gave them the bait and switch,
the switch on their backs,
so I could do all the talking,
which I could do,
even with my sleepy fingertips
Yes,
the ardent few of them left,
they would put up a good fight,
until they uttered the last words of a fortunate son,
I could stitch up their smiles,
and their lies,
I could fix this once and for all,
reverse this libel,
this slander,
even before the sun came up on their galleys
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