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My revolutionary heart smiled at its private joke: “The poor can’t eat the rich because they’d gag and they’d choke On toxins like guilt, cynism and greed, Prozac and Botox – not quite what the poor need.” But, the above-mentioned attitudes, I hear you demur, Are found just as commonly amongst the poor. Yes, I retort, it’s just as you say – But they have better reasons to feel that way. For those with soft beds, their futures assured, Their needs taken care of, their investments secured, No wolves near their doors, their faces unlined - Surely these ones can simply afford to be kind? For the poor each gesture has a real cost – A loaf of bread given may mean a meal lost, But the rich can donatecratefuls, it takes no nerve, It is only a snack, a missed hors’d’oevre!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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