bred and wed of ruddy wretched men i ve bet you ve got it in for them their crass sun tanned uneducated hands you ve always found a place for them this greedy grace that permeates girls my age i m not ashamed to say even on their knees it s the sad simple dignities that charm the pants off me blue blood well hung and just a touch too young for all the gifts god s blessed me with she s thick as shit and pregnant with the myth of a noble proletariat as you take to task this great guiltless gilded class well please don t make me laugh and bless these men of means whose key bumps of ketamine still sweep you off your feet as we have been so we will always be and i gather what you think of me so i won t defend nor condescend just know you ve got my sympathy