Supporting Caste

When the credits finally Roll for this, the Worst story ever Told, don't bother Sifting through the names For yours or anyone you know Unless they were by chance a shepherd king A virgin birth, a resurrection, a messianic prince or some such childish thing You can storm the edit suite Or move to block its theatrical release But I think we can safely guarantee There will be no revisions to the script made on behalf of a supporting caste Because history exalts only the pornography of force That of murderers and psychopaths The rest of us, of course, stricken from the narrative wholesale A backdrop to their tale As we, the two bits Are ushered on and swiftly off the stage with Jawbones of asses No stirring curtain call for the masses No floral bouquet No breaking of legs No recurring role No artistic control And so in these days, in this terminal phase It's all left to chance A piece of advice, if you're cast on thin ice You may as well dance Do what you feel you must But as for me, I was not Put upon this earth To subjugate or serve