Down With The Oiks Poem by Sheldon Carruthers

let me ascend into the upper classes where they eat caviar and drink champagne from crystal glasses. Where they hide their contempt for all those down below by feeling superior and not letting them grow. Let me live in a mansion on an estate filled with splendor and elegance full of game and the odd pheasant too with the aim of a shotgun will make for some food. Surrounded by walls tall and thick and at its entrance an wrought iron gate. Let me build an inheritance for those adorable children we banished to board at a fee paying school for this country was built on privilege and higher class dictum and rule. A pedigree horse is bred for one thing to beat all the others and win win win