Edward Romain They Let Me In!

“The best laid plans” they always say,
Those words resonate like bees
Trapped in my honeycomb, putting pay,
To all my efforts, hopes and dreams!

What is the point in even trying?
When fate and fortune turn away!
What is the use of one applying-
Oneself if only to be thrown astray!

Is it truly right methinks, for title to be taken over text?
A painting judged on background alone,
A person judged on class and sex!
Trying in obsequiousness, past sins for to atone!

And yet and yet in years gone by,
Would I have cared naught for such sins?
Would I have been more than content to sigh:
“Let others rot! They let me in!”

And I am forced to answer “yes!”
Let the lesser ones be turned away!
Let me in! I Care not for sin!
For I am worthier than they!

For what are they, but poor and meek,
Attempting to supplant my rightful place,
In that city of aquatint, a brighter future for to seek,
Thinking that such a thing will raise them from disgrace!

No! That time has gone!
“Equality” now reigns supreme,
But not equality for everyone,
Just for them! The great unclean!

My time has passed? My time was now?!
And yet the pendulum has truly swung!
The mighty fallen from their seat. To bow
To those whom we have stung?!

And thus the circle is complete,
Now it is I who am “unclean”
Turned away at many a street,
That formerly belonged to me!

“An irony!” you say in glee,
Well perhaps it is, we shall yet see,
We maybe down, how we may frown,
Divorced from our old scene!

And I shall care naught what men say,
“Nosce Te Ipsum” Shall be my hymn,
The north is where my mind shall stay,
“Let others rot! They let me in!"