Hey, I was once white trash,
Always stricken for some cash;
Didn’t bathe or comb my matts;
Because I was told I was a stupid jackass.
So I dropped out of school, you see;
No junior or senior prom for me;
No loving teen girls,
When I should’ve loved teen girls;
Failure was my destiny,
It was ordained in me,
By me having no cash,
And too few bucks made me white trash.
So I got a black-belt,
Can break a neck with my hands, you see,
And a paper that said GED,
And had 20 jobs; I quit them all, you see.
But I went to ca, ca, ca, ca, c-o-o-mu-u-nnity college,
The same that my mommy and daddy did, you see,
And got me a degree.
My brother said to me, I wish you failed, you see,
Because then you would not leave mommy, daddy, or me.
I keep using “you see” because forgive me,
I am only white trash,
Don’t be being mean to me.
So I got the BS of it all, did a couple master’s ya’ll;
So good that I got into IUP, a nice big third-tier PhD.
Now, now I am Dr. White Trash, you see.
Not good enough for Ivy League, and
Too uppity for all of thee;
Peed on from the top, and screwed over from the bottom.
And I kinda understand a former slave, you see,
A man that taught himself to read,
With a bit of help from a white elite.
No matter what I achieve, I’m a piece of white trash, you see,
Even after going to the Ivy League, and I did shore well, Mee, Maw (though I never really had a grandma);
It’s that way with white trash
No matter how much I know and how much I give, no matter what I write or do,
Gosh, golly, I got a Fulbright and teach at the community college, too.
But the only place for trash like me is a bin that spells “TRRASH”, you see.
Because the number of zeros determines white trash’s destiny.
At least in America, I am f[the following has been censored by the Online Safety Family and Community Committee;
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written by Earl Yarington @2019 all rights reserved