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SMUG SENSE OF SUPERIORITY
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SOME FOOL ON A HIGH HORSE
I’m riding a busy Septa train to the protest. There are a lot of fans heading down to a Phillies game. They are loud although it’s April and the games don’t matter all that much yet. They’ll get drunk on overpriced beer and gorge on overpriced hot dogs. Meanwhile I purport to be saving Democracy with my grandstand. There are knowing nods with other folks with signs of rebellion. Aren’t I important feeling my royal oats?
My chest swelling out
a smug sense
of superiority
waiting for accolades
never coming forth
