This poem is about a class system we have the advantage of technology but little of substance.
High class white trash
Low wattage crash tested
Yes, it was a transformer pole
Some acted stunned, others moved into their vehicles
Set to dynasty? Not if one is to reaffirm sensibilities
No fault to a method with feet sturdy on the floor
Iconic is the figure, cultivated image
Misinterpreted said message
Allow gifts, question the glory
As to account, we act as merry as possible
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