A Public Service Announcement from Alan Dugan

ON BEING OUT-CLASSED BY CLASS

Where I came from is torn down,
where I'm at is condemned,
and where I'm going to
is not built up yet. My Grand
Father steamed away from yours
for eats! regards! and joys.
Better to be Dugan the Cop
and never have to talk about a shitty past
than to be classed out
of the potatoes in the old
sod. He dreamed America up, and I
played Indian against
his cowboy lies because:
tradition is for the rich
to love, the clerks
to ape, the poor
to suffer, so I wander
to take the air, regards and joys.
Where are they? You
will tell me. Anyone
free of your slavery
is better off in his own,
so Up the five-hour day!
Up art! Up the I.R.A.!