I heard a worried smelly coppering
Once I said engaged and nickeling
The Richer poor get richer
Unrest- unrest- unrest
The rich get richer the poor stay poor
Nothing left
All's been spent
Only this
And a reservation
Hush
What a gold rush
Do you like silver cadets
It's a rich get richer the poor stay poor
They're stood a guided gold plated stand
By brought such sorrow
To richer poor gets richer
Tohat preventative preventative cushion
I felt compelled to sniff the elements
I threw my silver spoon upon the floor
The surplus standbys storing
I crave the proactive precious plus gold rush
Set I think of kil
Death shall bring assets
Which I whom discovered the reserve
The richer gets richer the poor stays poor
11/8/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020