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I'll bet this poem strikes a chord,
Please pray for the folk who cook their  goose,
Pretending "luck" is God's reward
(Their brains laid waste by lack of use!)

Boys born to wealth must grow Dads' name,
Their fear of "losing face" the worst,
They feel a fraud (but shamed love shame),
Their gold quite often shows them cursed.

"No, that can't be, I'm not a slave,
And Dad's investments aren't a chain,
Though wife and kids call me, 'The knave!'
Life's joy's fool's gold, distrust is gain!"

So world divides, it's friend and foe,
And Black and Poor and Jew fall short,
First two are lazy, last steals dough,
And women all be "on report!"

Let Black and Poor prove their worth too,
"Have wealthy dad, 'fall close to tree!' (1)
Next work for him, don't think of you,
That's all you're going to get from me!"

The rich are fun, exclusive club!
It's birthright, ours the coiffured curls,
"Get out of here, don't know you bub!"
Our harem? ALL the long-haired girls!

Don't let my screen door slap your ass
On your way out punk (leave the dope)!
A life like yours? I think I'll pass
You've no place here; I own the rope! (2)


Brian Johnston
April 11, 2018

Poet's Notes:
(1) "The apple never falls far from the tree!" is an expression that suggests that most children cannot escape the prejudices and flaws of their family of origin! Rich kids have a lot of trouble with this I think!
(2) "Rope" as used here suggest freedom of action. The rich use their wealth to buy even more freedom and to escape civilized behavior. In the case of genuinely evil people, this is frequently enough to mean that they hang themselves by their excesses and society is safe once more.

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