Yes, My Grace Is Insufferable

You think everyone’s a Raca these days, 
a tailgating, line-cutting, spam- 
blasting fool stumbling in a haze

of dope or doing it for the gram. 
I know it’s hard for you to breathe, 
but even that scammer’s just a lost lamb

with your credit card. You can seethe 
till dawn, but it won’t change my mind. 
How beautiful are my shattered feet