inspiration and persperation in poetry

Oh you poor gullible bolds.
Fortune favours the already fortunate.
The already fortunate are laughing behind your backs.
They’ve convinced you that your path to glory
is just as easy as putting your head in the noose
any which way but loose
all you have to do is choose
to stop catching about each other and take yours.
And the rich rob your house
while you’re mending that store and
then the robbery is also your fault.

For every “success” who ascribes “achievement”
to being a type-A asshat
there are tens of thousands acting the same way
just scraping by.
If they had to admit
it’s mostly either about being born into privilege
or the occasional dumb lottery luck
maybe we could all share a little bit easier
maybe we’d be a little less fucked
as a culture?

But oh you poor gullible
gullible bolds
you claim it’s just hard work and
your claims are getting really old
here at the end of an age
that was pig-iron electroplated over
with gold.