Something I Wrote While Sitting In Class
Born into fortune.
Capitalistic went the curse.
To adjust on your wrath
Take a pitcher of beer on your head
Curtsy to your master
Throw a stone and get locked up.
Broke free and run away
Or suck up to the man til you're vacant
Your worth will go to Swansen
And you'll walk thru the bogs to the Capitol
(Where all these bastards got started)




In class, you really should listen to your teacher instead of writing a pretentious poem. People, this is why we're not progressing fast enough!
progression often takes time...and patience...believe me, i havent always been patient.
Poetry can fuel progress. Anger is a great motivational tool.
I love abortion. Read more here:
http://progressiveu.org/044921-i-love-abortion-even-if-it-murder
also...i wrote it while sitting in a poetry class...so i was listening.