Invective Against Bourgeois Fleas

Woe to Narcissus -

Would you look at her Go!

This lesbian, American

thinks she's Arthur Rimbaud!

I demand you to speak!

Why come to my city?

You repulsive sycophant

from mediocrity!

You must Confess it,

For I know of your kind;

That's 'nostagie de la bou' -

You parasite of minds!

Kick rocks and farewell-

Have I made you that sore?

You'd already deduced us

to the folk of your lore.

You're uninvited.

My mind's not yours to glean. 

You can not know the filthy

with your hands kept so clean!

You're a bourgeois Flea;

A depravity fiend.

lowly me; my city's streets.

Cease! No time to be weaned.

Entrenched in my Docs,

You may find what you seek. 

Just come down from that high horse.

Then I'll kick in your teeth.

Welcome to New york!

Now that is how it's done.

Or, I suppose you could say

"Une juste punition."

- Mary Catherine, Cowardice Queen

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Let that  soak in.