Swear On the Bible
By Christopher LeClair

Never knowing what it’s like to struggle,
Daddy’s little angel, never doing wrong.
Growing to be stuck up, never giving
A flying ****.

Snobbish, wretched, foul-tempered attitudes
Shine through, like beams of light, bouncing
Off a diamond not caring enough to hide
The reflection.

Coddled from start, they grow up knowing
Nothing but a lavish life, already rich at adolescence.
They take up politics, never throwing an
Impoverished dog a bone.

Filling their pockets, bank upon bank,
Never thinking to stop and say thanks.
Plunder upon plunder, while people innocently slumber
Stand up and make them give a ****.