Anthracite

Crying and wailing to the stars as if they are really listening
Treated with contempt so it seems, fuelling your burning ego
Teeth are bared as all your so called problems are before you
And you take a rod to their creator, this dirty filthy Mexican

Grinning at the beating given, on your brow sweat is glistening
Someone to blame makes your mistakes so much easier to let go
So harder you strike, kick and abuse not caring from where it grew
And it’s just and fair until its realised you are the dirty Mexican

Self-flagellate if you must, just leave everyone else out of it. 

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