Does being educated make us more genuine human beings?

it's easier to scoff;
you feel vindicated, uplifted, hearing
the "ain'ts" and "nowheres,"
the running commentary idolizing pickup-drivers and pitbull owners.
it's easier to say
"she's never had an original thought in her life,"
tobacco smoke curling around the curlers
like beehives of pink in the over-processed straw.
You must feel tall, a poor sickly pity pulsing
in the brain stem
a poor sickly superiority--
you know "nuclear" doesn't rhyme with "tubular"
and you've never used duct tape
to patch the holes in your hand-me-down sneakers
or cover cracks in your car window.
Is that meth-mouth, dangling slack-jawed above the golden cruifix?
It's ponderous, this gaudy symbol, worn on the outside;
this gory representation, reminiscant of a 16th century Grunewald Altarpiece.
Religion is the opiate of the masses, a last breath of a dying beast.
Her man-hands folding flabbily over the diamond ring her first husband bought
as she snatches the groceries
skinny logs of greasy maple-sugar sausage, (on sale this week, buy one get one)
cheese-doodles crackling in their plastic next to cap'n'crunch,
hamburger-helper,
Five packs of diet pepsi.
she uses her last WIC check
The baby formula, synthetic Similac with Iron
$16.50 for 12 oz.

What's more genuine than that?