Flippin' the Bird to the Fat White Chickens

Perhaps it was foolish
that I glorified the worker
lauded American history's common man.
Maybe it was naive
to hope for the factory laborer
or to believe the union
gathered innocently, peacefully.
But who is to judge me,
but a more educated fool,
an elder, more important clown
whose throne will tip over
when the common man rises up
in his haunting numbers?
I laugh at he who thinks himself
more than just a man.
It is he who proves mortality.