Rich Man's Frame of Mind
oh, so you call me filthy rich,
blame me for your fate in the ditch,
and then you tell me to detour
for the sake of you, lazy poor
from all the paths of cruel greed
and hand to you your every need,
that I must practice charity,
that mercy be my cup of tea;
but, why should I take care of you?
I've toiled so hard, I've earned my due,
while you sit, spit and waste your time
telling folks I stole your last dime,
how dare you, lousy lazybones
claim as yours what I truly own,
only by the sweat of my brow
I've become truly rich, that's how;
and then you talk of human rights
while you just live as parasites,
sucking hard on society's guilt,
playing victims up to the hilt,
thriving well on hypocrisy,
your vices have no secrecy,
why don't you live within your means
and work real hard behind the scenes?
don't scream about equality,
life's unfair, that's reality,
just do the very best you can
to truly be a working man,
productive work and mind, said Marx,
beget the humanizing sparks,
self-worth and self-respect, said Rand,
can make this place a better land!
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2007
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