Bred and wed of ruddy wretched men
I've bet you've got it in for them
Their cra**, sun-tanned, uneducated hands
You've always found a place for them
This greedy grace that permeates girls my age
When I'm not ashamed to say, even
On our 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 sh**, pregnant with the myth
Of a noble proletariat
As you take to task
This great guiltless gilded cla**
Well please don't make me laugh, 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