WHITE TRASH

I come from a white trash family
I’m never going to let that stop me
The pour the wine
That tastes divine
Like sweet fruit to them, but not I
I bare the brunt of every lie

But I still look on the bright side of life
I still think I have found my wife
She’s not white debris
She wants a degree
Hanging on the wall
Beside mine we look tall

As I commute to work
My family still thinks that I am a jerk
As the pack into pubs and smoke their smoke
They laugh at me, think I am the joke
They have no mirrors at home
No running water not even a comb

I love them how ever they think
But slowly their boat is beginning to sink
I can not stop to bail them out
Now they don’t laugh, now they shout
Yet they still wont recognize
That I am their prize.

I am from white trash neighborhood
It hasn’t stopped me, it never could.

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