Written by: Frank Guglietta

Passing on one 
less side order; 
less grease in the junkyard
              of a stomach 
One less hundred dollar shirt
One less orgasm for the pretentious ego,
              can maybe feed 
our neighbors and blood 

A stone throw away
stands children up to our knee's 
Choking on their salivia 
              gnawing at only finger nails

Young eyes should be taken with 

But vanity cannot be slapped down; 
we were chosen to live in the gold
and watch others drown in mud 

The rich and proud 
live in a fairy land 
              walking on a soft 
Sleeping on a cloud of pillows
Complaining that our food is too