Meek Beat Down

 

The Earth

you biblically thought you'd inherit
is now being contested
in Probate Court

Save your timid protestations
as the judge clad in the finest threads

bangs his golden gavel

gifted him by his wealthy patron

Your unworthy adversary

simply ain't burdened
with your heavy moral reservations
and is financially predestined
to end up with it all

Your destiny has always been
to end up out in the cold
on your meek insignificant ass
with all the other shabby
bitter life losers
preaching to each other

from wobbly barstool pulpits
about the glorious inevitability

of global socialism