Fit In
Everything is equal when it comes to your rights.
Sorry, Mr Surname I can’t pronounce.
We must knock out your lights.
Try to blend in, try to fit in, then you’ll be alright.
Jason Ridpath
SourceLicence:Public domain
Everything is equal when it comes to your rights.
Sorry, Mr Surname I can’t pronounce.
We must knock out your lights.
Try to blend in, try to fit in, then you’ll be alright.
The poem opens with a promise of fairness: everyone has equal rights. The lines that follow undercut it almost at once. A voice of authority stumbles over someone's name, calling them "Mr Surname I can't pronounce," which is a small, careless insult that treats the person's identity as an…
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