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Meet On The Upper Floor

What would the rich do without the poor?
If there was no poor to clean the floor
What would the rich do without the poor?
If there was no one to guard the door
What would the rich do without the poor?
When we go to the convenient store?
What would the rich do without the poor?
When we walk hand in hand by the shore
Big house, big man, big property and empty land
The poor man has no investment 
That’s the global assessment 
My job is to raise them up from the basement
And establish a balance environment 
What would the rich do without the poor?
If there was no grocery store?
I need someone to clean my dirty shoe
I am minutes away from my breakthrough
What would the rich do without the poor?
I need the doorman and the trash man to empty my garbage pan
And I need the poor man who cannot read to farm the land
I need the poor man to give the rich man a helping hand
And when I am sick and indoor 
I need someone to take me to the drugstore
What would the rich do without the poor?
I have never heard of the poor man feeding the rich
Because this is God’s eternal gift
You could give me all your house and land
And all the pigs on your barren land
But no one can change this old age tyranny
And the familiar musical symphony
Many have tried to overturned it but they end up in the ditch  
And those acting like a clown have to walk away without a frown
The rich man’s heart is filled with pride because he can buy his bride
He courts his servants and his wives belittle the women
Master or servants, friend or companion I am the champion
Luxury car, luxury man, the businessman hanging out with the bogeyman
What would the rich do without the poor?
The poor man counting up his money 
Getting ready to marry his honey
The rich man walked in with his hush money
And tore my heart apart causing me to make new start
I cried days and night to recapture my loving sweet heart
But he left me crying with an empty shopping cart
What would the rich do with without the poor?
I am really not sure
I have always wanted a beautiful blond wife 
To be loyal and remain by my side 
To love me, compose me, and help shoulder some of the burden 
I wanted her to be my only pride and my wholesome bride 
And to raise me up when I am on my down side
I have search the entire universe
But everyone I meet wants to be my night nurse
I have grown weary of their nonsense verse
Their Trojan horse and self-pitying remorse
They always treat me as if they are my boss
What would the rich man do without the poor?
The rich man is rich because somebody helped him
The poor is poor because someone is always pitying him
He must accept whatever is given to him
And he must struggle to make a good score
This has always been the grudges in the human race
The rich and poor are trying to win the same race
Eighty percent of the world lives in poverty 
And twenty percent of the world accounts for three quarter of the global economy
What would the rich do without the poor?
I hire you to wash my face and you cast me into the fireplace
Hands on my knees fingers under my skirts and your
Hot tongue pulling the nourishment from my dry throat
You throw the banknotes on the ground
And you keep looking at me as if you are astound 
I have contemplate this irony and I am really not sorry
The gap between the rich and poor is always shouting at my door
One man controlled all the land and he has the upper hand
Give him power and he would wreck the universe in one hour
New boat, expensive house and a fireplace over his winter gate
What would the poor do without the rich?
The poor man likes expensive gifts it is his greatest wish
The rich man builds skyscrapers all over the land
He has no solid plan; he forced the farmers to play drop hand
They gather under the trees early in the morning 
playing cards in the grave yards for idle money
If you judge me by my material possession 
I will never go to heaven if you ask me the same question
The camel can go through the needle’s eye leaving the rich behind
What would the rich do without the poor?
I was born to love everyone and I hate no one 
But I was made for that special someone
If you do what is proper I will invite you over for supper
We must go all the way so stop blocking the driveway
My law is not your law; my rule is not your rule, 
My money is not your money, and my honey is not your mommy
We can still be friends but things will never be the same way again
Let’s get over these bureaucratic procedures and bring this meandering to a closure
My fun is not your fun and my love is not your love our fighting is done
What would the rich do without the poor?
From the beginning of time we have witnessed the same things at lunch time
The rich man standing at the door and the poor man sweeping the floor
This is what keeps me alive the hope that I will one day meet my bride
Love sustains me and gives power
It rekindles the fire in me and  open the beautiful flowers around me
What would the rich do without the poor?
I must continue to endure I will make a grand tour
And I will meet you by the shore
What would the rich do without the poor?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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