You don’t know me

sitting there palms clasped,

calm and peaceful

tragically well adorned

casually dressed for the weather.

bleached teeth perfectly suited to that condescending smile,

Secure in your perfect knowledge,

better looking

and better educated

slouching just enough to suggest there’s still some insolent, mischievous relic of a man hidden there in high backed chairs with lumbar supports

fit for your ergonomically designed, OSHA Approved lifestyle,

every move choreographed and underwritten

You don’t fucking know me man,

goddamn shiteating grin spread like lies

ear to fucking ear

trying to decide how to win win win

and all the while claiming to be one of us

but you’ve never been one of us.

What wine pairs best with government cheese motherfucker?

Daring safety net heroes swinging in your cages trying to grasp the rings

and you know what?

That’s fine by me,

don’t be one of us,

We of the beer swilling, catcalling desperate variety

terrified we’ll lose our shitty dead end soul sucking jobs

those of us without a penny in the bank

we’ve mortgaged our pots to piss in

if we ever had them.

Why would I hire some dumb shit like me to be in charge,

I’ve been in charge my whole goddamn life and all I got was this lousy t shirt and

substandard health insurance.
You don’t know me

and you’d be a hell of a lot better off just saying so,

just admitting you were fucking better off

better equipped

We hired an everyman dipshit cowboy once and look at the cock up that turned out to be.

Don’t you dare bump fists, and look knowingly into the crowd for approval,

stained white teeth assuring us, “Hey brother, I’m one of you, one of the good guys”

cuz here’s a newsflash,

we aren’t such good guys

and you fucking know it.

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  1. This is a very cathartic piece and I appreciate the sense of rage. They say one should write about what they know and that familiarity comes through loud and clear here.

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