Golden Boy,
With that touched up, brace-less, neon smile.
Kissing the world with your chiseled chin
And athletic build. Underneath such pure skin.
So soft and gentle to the touch.
Love us all for we can't get enough.
Bless us with your presence,
And graze on our praise.
"If only my child. . ." they all say.
Human perfection's pinnacle,
You are at the top from which it breaks.
And drizzles down to us lowly few,
who can only look up and amaze.
Gladly our possessions,
we pass on to you.
For it is your right to step on our backs,
And kick up dirt with your hooves.
Equality means little in your eyes.
Golden is the only color that matters.
Anything less is an unnatural flaw.
A color corrupt by default.
You dance in and out of the law.
Golden badges protect your skin.
Us lowly few tried that dance,
And died for our sins.
Women come and women go.
They come because you cry.
Cry long enough to take advantage,
And run away in the night.
You are a two face, Golden Demon.
Each side more willing to tell a lie.
So ignorant to the pain you've caused,
you inflict more to see if we're still alive.
So continue to climb that corporate ladder,
while I spiral down mines.
But I can't bring myself to hate you.
Afterall, you are
our chiseled chinned, soft skin, well built
Golden Boy.

cori graham