Curious Injuries

I’ve always found it curious
How words can seem injurious
To people with a spurious
Claim to wealth and fame.

Such words have no command
Over those who understand
That riches are a gift unplanned
From fate’s uncaring game.

If I ever get so full of shit
That criticism give me a snit
I hope, good friend, my face you’ll hit —
And remind me who’s to blame.

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