Irked Caste by A Family Portrait

introducing... Nicollage:
"Underground, where the foxes burrow, my pen is tangled up
From New English on this grille, cupped.
Dome’s scalding hot, feeling like the razor’s edge, bro.
He who knows got built by Gepetto.
Edmo' got me "Beppo’d."
Skipping pebble, that’s my weapo(n).
With which I’ll clean your clock, abuelo.
Beholden to your silo: irked castes.
The first shall be last. Merked mankind in a dash. We’ve been worked.
Tack it to my nose that I’ve been thumbing, blood-soaked,
Smugly leafing through the pages of the past.
Standing on the epics stacked equalized the odds against the lack.
I learned endurance from a cactus, Jack,
Like, 'no, pal' – Lid-covered brow.
Wrinkled and prickly gallego with a crown.
If rumbling’s royal, I’m out."