I think the chuckle is all mine, <br />and if it ain't then nothing's lost <br />as some of us drink noble wine <br />and others shudder at the cost <br />thus are condemned to drink inferior <br />and cheap, half rotten stuff from casks <br />perhaps they know we are superior <br />and even if they don a mask <br />they still remain right near the gutter <br />from where they aim to, some day rise <br />yet those of us condemned to stutter <br />would, in this circumstance, be wise <br />to find some other field to plow <br />something requiring no skills <br />because, my friends, that would be how <br />they found that gold in them there hills. <br />Blue collar work is what we need <br />and most are born with half a brain <br />which they then use as ego feed <br />as envy drives them quite insane. <br />Their lives are lived in the pretense <br />that they are high society <br />which to the world makes little sense <br />but absence of sobriety <br />can numb the mind and fog the brain <br />perhaps they will not ever know <br />why life in this conceited lane <br />will just be show and, someday, blow.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/delusional/
