Dollar bills, howsoever got, in America makes
Lords of pimps, gentlemen of fakes.
Honesty and decency are needless here;
‘Tis arrogance and theft that make a peer.
Innumerable city’s votes as far as we know,
From Los Angeles to New York City did flow;
To be drowned by the howls of deplorable mobs,
And thus the balatro was crowned with liberal sobs.
Devouring beyond anyone’s fill in their Party Chair,
The Gray-men slouch in the white hoods they wear,
Bombers and shooters heed the call of abuses,
As the red-hats paged through books of excuses.
Proud trailer park boys uniting and hating on loan,
Rising up with stolen valor that was not their own.
Great family values of yesterday we didn’t show,
And the future is now a poison our past did sow.
The True-Born Englishman by Daniel Dafoe Part I
Wealth, howsoever got, in England makes
Lords of mechanics, gentlemen of rakes:
Antiquity and birth are needless here;
‘Tis impudence and money makes a peer.
Innumerable City knights, we know,
From Bluecoat Hospital and Bridewell flow.
Draymen and porters fill the city Chair,
And footboys magisterial purple wear.
Fate has but very small distinction set
Betwixt the counter and the coronet.
Tarpaulin lords, pages of high renown,
Rise up by poor men’s valour, not their own.
Great families of yesterday we show,
And lords, whose parents were the Lord knows who.