Maybe a name or two won’t hurt me
And a curse will bounce right off
Maybe someone will try to throw dirt at me
But I can handle it, I ain’t mushy and soft
All the snitchers and bigmouths and hotheads I can ignore and shake
But talking down to me is just one thing I can’t take
I’m rubber, you’re glue
Everything you say sticks right back to you
Sticks and stones, they break my bones
But condescension kills me
Maybe people lie to me and cheat me
Just to claim a victory
They might steal from me to beat me
That’s all just injury
I can take care of all the robbers, the swindlers, and the liars
But when they treat me like a ‘ree-tard’ it’s pouring gas on the fire
I’m rubber you’re glue …
You may not come in peace but we’re still normal people
So if you wanna deal with me then regard me as an equal
I’m rubber you’re glue …
©2025 The Hesh Inc.

I wrote this in response to several people who talked down to me while I was a grunt in the army, c. 1986. Not the usual barking orders by a sergeant, which is to be expected and not taken personally; just patronizing comments by others of unspecified and inconsequential rank and position.
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