Best One Percent Poems
The One Percent
I have outgrown longevity
and poverty has taken the best of me
and now I am an indigent hack
I stopped dying my long hair black
it would wise to speed up my demise
to smoke , imbibe and pack away carbs
to swill the wines of Government need
to live my life without despair
then die for no one else will care
Theres nothing more for me to fear
but then we have Obamacare
Someone has bought your American Dream
and collectively bargained the Unions out
who created the once known Middle Class
which is now replaced with American Greed
How much money can you spend
until you reach the bitter end
for helping somene can go far
In the scheme of life of
how much is enough
avoid the third martini at the bars
limit yourself to just five cars
The French Riviera is no more nearer
Then Deerfield Beach in your area
think of all the dough you’ll save
to pay a tax for the struggling knave
or someday you’ll lose everything
and say to yourself what have I done
To join into the paupers fun(d)
This is NOT a political poem-just satirical fun
Look into the eyes of the suffering
For a moment open your soul to
The riches of you covetous love
Keep you blind from the future
And the loss of your vitality
Be wary of the truths
Unknown to those who create the illusion of comfort
For no man can understand fulfill love
At the sacrifice of another being
Someone said to me 1% rule the world,
I refused to believe and insults they hurled.
Why get personal because I reject the ideal?
If you believe it use this time to talk facts,
insults suggest you have nothing valid that'll impact.
You have no stats or statistics,
no facts that are realistic.
They tell me I'm not suppose to understand Lucifer or Illuminati,
but in general they tend to understand a lot less than me,
they are inferior intellectually,
so I let them have this victory,
allowed out of sympathy,
which is nice really
they think they see what I can't see.
Why do I reject the 1% rule theory?
It's simple, I'm not ignorant mathematically.
You see,
the 1% that you believe,
is not a small minority,
1 is small and that deceives.
However I can't comprehend how an organization of 70 million
can operate productively without a difference of opinion.
How can all benefit,
at meetings where do all sit,
how are they trusted to keep it secret
and how do they induct into it.
Worldwide 1% is the amount to have a high level of education.
1% would be the worlds 20th most populated nation,
bigger than Great Britain or France
stats like this cause me to reject your stance.
What circumstances would cause 70 million
to agree and reach an outcome?
33 Million was split into 17 and 16 million
in the Brexit referendum,
how do 70 million agree often?
Brexit was one question with two answers.
I'm sorry but I don't agree with the theory you opt for,
it is just not possible.
1% don't rule,
they are highly educated with an element of control,
but that is just evolution after all,
like the pack behind the alpha male.
So if you blindly believe these theories
can I suggest you find some hobbies.
It's the natural evolutionary order,
Our highly educated amounts to 1 percentage,
they've limits, that's why the elite fall through the ages.
70 Million is 1% and that number is not small,
so to conclude the whole theory is bull....
I keep your time, so brief, all to myself;
It liquefied and forged in sheets of green,
And stamped with faces on historic shelf –
The marbled Fathers' perch; they claim you’re free.
Those vultures from on high look down like gods,
Upon the carcassed wastelands they have wrought.
Perhaps bemused, but more amused, by rods
of Iron that the One Percent hath bought.
The prophet John foretold in dreams our right,
We kings of sickly visage understood;
But idle lives so spent will drain ‘till Blight
Unless our fangs may sup the Worker’s blood.
I want a thing no more, to shed this curse,
But on this neck my kin to dine? Far worse.
The World of the One Percent
By Elton Camp
The super rich is who these folks are
More wealthy than old Croesus by far
They reside in the most fabulous estate
Privacy protected by a guarded gate
A mansion with elevators & indoor pool
Where as kings and queens they rule
Sparkling clean and always kept that way
By staff: butler, maids, cooks and the valet
“The master is quite indisposed,” they say
To any who may attempt to visit that day
Breakfast in bed they can anytime enjoy
Where they is nothing around to annoy
Even doctors willingly pay them a house call
As do stylists, masseurs, barbers—one and all
Personal shoppers go out to buy their clothes
Unless a tailor comes—it’s sure one of those
For it is only poor folks, down on their luck
Who have go and shop at Sears & Roebuck
Since only the little people pay income tax
In carrying their fair load they are found lax
Certainly, no self indulgences do they spare
For the uncouth masses they have little care
Unless James brings around the limousine
It’s in a mere $200,000 car they are seen
A world of incredible privilege is theirs
Where they relax without having any cares
The Protector of the One-Percent
By Elton Camp
Who can identify this collective “man?”
When a threat he does detect
The wealthy he will protect
For he is their special friend
Will stick with ‘em to the end
Moochers half the people may be
Thus, the richest ones hold the key
With them the wealth is found
To others it will trickle down
If more taxes they must pay
Quit investing they just may
The one-percent he does love
Whenever push comes to shove
Lesser ones he will deprive
To keep his favorites alive
The protector has saggy skin
In a trunk his nose does end
His ears are like a huge fan
To big business he’s the man
His initials I decline to tell
I think you know him well
the world is made up
of 99% guano and 1% of other matter
neither time, climate change, nor especially man
will change the original recipe
or matter
A trickling and discharging of these economic systems does weigh me.
A dribbling, and dropping of these little small paper colored green-backs.
A congress full of life-time professionals and political hacks,
and with a moral decline a tooth-decay black.
It does not matter if you have the highest of noted degrees.
The system is always on the verge of a catastrophe or a cold freeze.
You could know everything from A to Z.
Yet, only still to be tightly wrung through and squeezed.
A Corporate Cast system is the only thing that is real.
A theater casting calls of the first, then the last that's the deal.
The elites, and their enclosed franchise masked.
Is this fair or unfair or is it too hard to see.
This, to view, a carousel of toy ponies that are in a circle and phony.
It, an allusion like Fair; to be seen and this you will feel.
"Our only hope is in the Bible; its Truths and its highest Creeds."
"If and only when you truly do see it as a most highly sought of zeal."
"A one percent Fair; now in this world is seen; a pyramid slim scheme."
the sun cooks the fences
the guards smoke and laugh
men rot behind steel,
stacked like moldy bread.
over one percent
they die—
nobody counts
except the families,
and the dirt.
a body here,
a stabbing there,
sickness in the cells
that medicine never touches.
no cameras come,
no headlines scream.
just a whisper in the dark,
and silence sells better than truth.