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Snobs at the Seaside Resort

written by: Joseph S. Pete



They make you feel down, low, stupid, poor,

Like a bedraggled nothing.

They make you feel unworthy,

Sneer at you over plein air brunch.

Well, they’ll get their comeuppance.

Their Bloody Marys will be too weak and insufficiently garnished.

Their breakfast tacos will be meh.

Nothing will be Instagrammable.

Oh, they will pay.

Their Crab Benedicts won’t be ocean-fresh.

The volcanic lava gush of Hollandaise will make their hearts palpitate forcefully,

Hammer against their rib cages.

You feel stupid now, but

You’ll still feel stupid later.

You don’t need their help.

You don’t need anyone’s help.

Joseph S. Pete

Joseph S. Pete

Joseph S. Pete is an award-winning journalist, Indiana University graduate and Iraq War veteran. He was named poet laureate of Chicago BaconFest 2016, a feat that Milton chump never once accomplished. His literary work has appeared in Dogzplot, Pour Vida, Fictitious, The Vignette Review, McSweeney's Internet Tendency and elsewhere. He once Googled the Iowa Writers' Workshop.
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