Strong’uns

self-proclaimed “strong” folk
wafting around in fragile bubbles
blown from the blood, sweat and tears
of those they’d condemn

coddled, deluded in the yolk
protected from real troubles
their dues are in arrears
yeah blame it all on them

a self-propagating joke

standing on the shoulders
of giants they insist don’t exist

and pop goes the weasel

Take your stolen pyrites wisdom back
piles-style
up the ass

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