The lives so rich so full in their beginnings they
Sacrifices of so very many to others place before
Themselves so often as is the nature natural in so
Much sacrifice, artifyce, you have to say those two
So they rhyme and start a rhythmic prance of their
Preens that follow us all before and after our turbulent
Teens of One King with One Queen in high school and
The rest of us not worth the mention, not beautiful or
Handsome or Kool or Rad or Rich enough to let into
Our few selective snob fake artificial expensive groups
We all just do not make The Cut and so are herded off to
Realms to never be seen or heard from again by the powerful
Ones!
So I rise up against such Tomfoolery and go on about my business
With my head held high,ma straight back, shoulders square fair!
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