Let’s say X holds all the real power and works to keep Y
from getting any while x2 and y3, belonging altogether to more
distant categories of shit and envy, piously bitching and moaning
as Y slowly squeezes through the self-sealing fissure, while x45y6
and y7 and all the other sad numerical loser-x’s and y’s dangle
in despair, on hillsides of hopelessness, doped or au natural, pining
to last-shot the big-league bliss after all the fruitless generations
badmouthing X, and now Y—You rotten rainbow hoarders!
You sinister default conspirators! I throw my weight behind
all the wayward others with good as backwash to breathe.