"Sorry this seat is taken",
Reserved for the elitists and tokens,
Feeling like an outcast,
Can never be in your contrived class,
Is it that I am from the wrong shade of your social spectrum?
You chase prestige and willing to march to others' drums,
Jumping through hoops to be accepted,
Even your own you have rejected.

Forgotten your roots,
Willing to sell your own parents to boot,
Just to be seated at the table,
Of pretense, self-righteousness and distorted history fables,
You...