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High Up the Ladder

Once upon a time, on a planet called earth, the habitants had jobs, they loved to work. Many had homes, kids, and cars, some even pools, in their very own yards. Paying taxes, they never complained, doing their part, proud of their gains. Then something happened, a slow greedy hand, started tearing apart, every woman, and man. Prices of things, they needed to live, kept getting higher, it was give, give, give. Looking for answers, where none were found, asking questions, while sinking further down. The closing of companies, meant losing their homes, as the buzzards came calling, picking their bones. High up the ladder, where success is greed, things stayed the same, they had all that they needed. Then someone, got caught taking more, opening the closet, as the skeletons piled on the floor. Corruption will travel, like a fire out of control, destroying the foundation, called taxpayers below.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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Date: 12/13/2008 5:20:00 AM
Ain't it the truth!! A shocking state of affairs... It will be a grim Christmas for many this year. A most significant piece! Best wishes, Keith
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Date: 12/12/2008 4:37:00 PM
Christy the form is ryhme divided every 4 lines by the end rhyme it would be easier to read. You've hit the nail on the head Christy!Thank you for reading my work too, feel free to give me advice!
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Date: 12/12/2008 9:25:00 AM
Tell it like it is Christy. Corporate bastards have taken over and they own half of congress. We need violence. Vince
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Date: 12/12/2008 6:42:00 AM
Smile-I think old Vincent has rubbed a little off upon you dear-but I would not say that is a bad thing though! "Good Morning Beautiful Christy Hardy!"~This was a very very very good write dear lady! George Washington once worried about times like these when he left office-that the few, would manipulate the system, and cause many eventually more pain than not-what a vision huh!?~"You Have A Blessed & Beautiful Day Dear~Love Always To You All, John!"~"Happy Holidays Christy!"~Bye:)
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Date: 12/12/2008 5:04:00 AM
This is wonderfully written Christy. The greed and the shunning of the working class is a problem in this world. Your poem shouts the truth very loud.
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