Snobby City

by Irene Daniel

Snobby city, snobby place
Christianity in disgrace
To hob-knob
with the snob
'cause maybe
he'll give me a job
My skin is brown
so I'm a clown
to those approaching
their sundown
Parades of roses
and up in the air noses
ignorance is bliss
as their day closes
And the snobs proclaim
to be offended
they do not see that
their time has ended
They have no shame
they're not to blame
for woes the snobs created
They cannot see past themselves
lame, lame, lame
"We're all that
and a bag of chips"
their clever empty quips
celebrate their snobbiness
before the balance tips
Jesus and Ayn Rand are one
savior of their snobby sun
that shines especially for them
and soon they'll be undone
And one day soon
they'll all be gone
or in the throes of
their swan song
And beauty will return to us
as soon as we no longer lust
for snobby things
and snobby cities
will all return to dust

                                                                                                   Irene Daniel   Copyright 2014   All rights reserved.