Give us your tired,
Your poor
And downtrodden,
Yearning to breathe free…
Just remember,
They become us,
They go to college,
Get jobs,
Trade in bootstraps for Guccis,
Revitalize Flushing,
Cram Twitter,
Play golf,
And, lord knows,
Tees are crowded already…
Suddenly we’re eating sushi,
Fish and chips and wiener schnitzel,
Curried goat and ravioli,
Vindaloo and guacamole.
Then even more dreary,
They win the Little League World Series.
Eventually, they do become us,
Only more so.