Yesterday I wrote an anti-elitist poem
it was ******* as I'm not an elite
then I wrote an anti-rich poem
it was ******* as I am not rich
so I wrote an anti-gifted and clever minds
it was also ******* as I'm neither of these
so I write an anti-privileged poem
it was ******* for I'm a working class person
then I wrote an anti-monarchist poem
it was ******* as I am not a royal
so I wrote an anti-black-well-to-do poem
it was ******* as I'm not black and privileged
so I took a left turn
and wrote a poem about me and my world
so I wrote about hate envy jealousy divisiveness
I wrote about poverty, lack of ambition, stealing
fighting vandalism thuggery bullying intimidating
harassment, lying, conning people, and taking all
I can get from the State, making ******* babies and
being an anti-social, disruptive mindless buffoon
the poem was brilliant, I was home and dry
I am very good at anti-myself poems
I can put my heart and soul out of that