What Did I Give?

Your success was predetirmined white boy.
Polyester congratulations
surrounded you like carnations
patriotic blueblood red white graduation.
What I have stomached,
I could give my speech to a row of corpse.
There are girls over our heads,
full of dashing, so slipper soft
you don't notice them
running through us,
keeping us nervously palpitating.
Your confidant heroic jaunts
leave you bored and hungry.