Classes of Culture (And Why You’re In Them)

Remedial: You don’t pay attention to life’s tasks, you once read a book, you’re obsessed with, and you force others to live it out, for “a little fun”.

Your parents taught you country sayings, you’re born for trash, and whatever level of money your parents can put you in a garbage pile with a label indicating your raped life. You’re a prison bitch.

Average: You’re the constant victim of others, because you keep trying to make it through a business inquiry, the concept of asking someone if they need to hire you, your philosophy on school and requesting help from teachers.

Your parents weren’t around, and you didn’t figure out that those books they bought you of the world, were for idle reading, you didn’t visit the library. You’re a chino, a pair of pants that your parents made on a loom before coming to your country or to your city.

Smart: You don’t do any drugs, study hard, and get good grades. “Good” grades.

Your parents pushed you too hard, to be an unscrupulous actor, because someone patronized both parents, to betray their own minoritarian grouping of machine politics. You ignored textbooks, and relied on private copies from tutors. You’re a failed piece of the machine, just like you came from, and you’ll do it again, unless someone puts drugs on you and you don’t snitch to the police, and move down a stage, to above.

Advanced: You do drugs, study hard, and you still get good grades, but it’s real hard, and you need a little “edge”, something from “the federal government”.

Your parent was a criminal, and the other parent was obtained through a religious triumvirate, whatever the fake structure was, to torture a man or woman, and force them to raise children. You’re a piece of shit that we all dream of killing, but you can’t, because you’ll dance a happy negro dance until you hear the word “negro”, and then you’ll be publicly offended, and vote for the guy who said it, your own bastard dickhead parent behind the forced marriage, their “witchy” days in a book by the leader.

Genius: You do drugs, don’t study, and fall ass backwards into money, panicking on a math test at college, reinventing subdivision, and getting a C+ on your final, too low to register for overseas deployment.

You are the most common sort, a mobster, hood, or criminal, doomed to be taken down by a pederast, someone in your class, but having dropped into remedial education, to be a poltroy, a cop.

Published by cheater120

Consider me an expert in information munitions. I practice Zazen meditation, Yakuza Trappist form (a Yakuza, games cheat, and Trappist, a counter-agent), as a Bonafuda, a mercantile salesmen of information through philosophy, literature, fiction, and academics, distributed as munitions technique deployed for the purpose apparent to you, unless of course you have violated the ethics of my piece, in which case you will be trapped inside a theft of the piece and an action within the boundaries of the violation you have committed in Benedictine culture, the Jewish affiliate within Catholic culture. Buyer beware, and these poems, are free.

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