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Poetry of Issue 9: Census

Census

Half of our gentry is White

They look down at all from a height

If some aren’t too bright

And like to get tight

Whatever they do is all right

Most of them empty and dumb

Are glad to be out of a slum.

Drink coke and rum

Think they’re deep when they’re glum

And look upon others as scum.

They live on the surface  in shallows

Where there’s nothing one values or hallows

They’ve feasted and supped

With the weak and corrupt .  

They look like a bunch of marshmallows.

They treasure the crass and material .

They gobble down organic cereal

Once posh Ivy League

Now prone with fatigue

They think of themselves as imperial.

The other half whom they avoid

Since these shades make them scared or annoyed.

Do what chores must be done

While patricians have fun-

Work where no toffs are employed.

Whether fey or a rogue like King Kong

Do you adhere or belong

To an army of losers

Or decadent boozers

Who can say who is feeble or strong?.

by Matthew Paris

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