I'm not sure but I really suppose <br />that the facts are, well, dammit who knows <br />just a mix of small lies <br />but I'll shun the small fries <br />yet a tiny one prospers and grows. <br /> <br />Said an ugly and shit-covered fly, <br />I am flying so high in the sky <br />that the odour is scant <br />to the average ant <br />you may call me the fly on the sly. <br /> <br />You the people know (Jeeezus) so little <br />hence no chance for an early acquittal, <br />as today we campaign <br />we shall hide our disdain <br />all you have is a few drops of spittle. <br /> <br />We are born to be rulers of fools <br />use a whip on the oxen and mules. <br />We don't care about you <br />this is utterly true, <br />it's the Have-Not who whinges and drools. <br /> <br />To the end of the world, the hereafter, <br />we look up where you hang on a rafter. <br />So what did you expect <br />from a group so select, <br />you will swing to the sound of our laughter.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/class-distinction/
