A poem inspired by people who think they are better than other people because they do not think they are better than other people, and other bizarre notions, that keep them from achieving a better life for themselves.
The arrogance of the self-proclaimed downtrodden,
is such a pissy bother.
The egos of the admittedly humble,
are ever so tiresome.
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Holding onto their traps like treasures.
If they would open those cold steel jaws,
and walk away,
they could become of survivor of circumstance,
instead of its victim.
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