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?.