There's a fortune to be made in just about everything <br />in this country, somebody's father had to invent <br />everything--baby food, tractors, rat poisoning. <br />My family's obviously done nothing since the beginning <br />of time. They invented poverty and bad taste <br />and getting by and taking it from the boss. <br />O my mother goes around chewing her nails and <br />spitting them in a jar: You shouldn't be ashamed <br />of yourself she says, think of your family. <br />My family I say what have they ever done but <br />paint by numbers the most absurd and disgusting scenes <br />of plastic squalor and human degradation. <br />Well then think of your great great etc. Uncle <br />Patrick Henry.<br /><br />James Tate<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-great-great-etc-uncle-patrick-henry/
