Jervois.

I hear the narcissistic ramblings of
pretentious inheritance meat sack
vulgar chokes as it tries to describe privilege
to captivated recipient who is 
gazing in admiration
not immune to this fable,
salivating for the gospel of
success.
But my skin crawls beneath poverty – striken threads
stomach churns visions of struggle
blood, sweat and tears,
no stains on its collar.
The burn of my wallet disturbs me
crying to be fed its pittance.
Louder now, platinum eyes swell with greed
tongue is hissing self-righteous sentiment
gestures so dramatic,
screaming belligerence
screaming put me out of my misery.

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