A Blackguard At Heart Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Finally found where I am at home, among the
recreational drug users who use any and every
drug they discover to get high, knowing they are
growing immune to the dose and prescriptions
for continuous use is the greatest fraud there is

Laughing at medical establishment Pharisees -
tough people who don't give a damn for anyone's
opinion and never try to impress, who don't play
the game of snobbery & never wear a mask; with
these self-assured people I am myself and admit

I like red-necks, the salt of the earth, feeling bored
and out of place amongst the refined who quietly
sob while refusing to vent their anger on criminal
doctors who destroy the health of people who ask
for their help - give me an honest person who has

NO reverence for pretenders trying to be better than
we are; I'm a blackguard at heart & feel safe amongst
cynics who don't trust anyone: everything on earth is
done for selfish reasons where religion is the highest
player in the stakes of robbing the disadvantaged

in order to enrich the already wealthy. Self-confidence
is surging within me as I contemplate the hypocrisy of
a self-congratulating society where unselfish means
the selfish overpowering the innocent...