When we kill the rich
and their fat asses and gold suspenders
are holding up the wall
and we are readying them
for the firing squad
please remember
that I was one of you all along.

I was the proletariat.
I was a worker drone.
I was one of the unwashed
the dirty
the unconsidered.
I was part of the wretched majority.

Sure, I may have spoken better
than most of you
and lived better
and had an education
at one of the elite institutions
– or maybe three of them –
but I never lorded it over you.
I always behaved
as if you
– all of you –
were no better than me.
I.
Me?

Please keep this in mind
when we sort out
all the heroes and villains
and be sure to recall
I gave to bums
at least once or twice.