One Percent Poems - Poems about One Percent

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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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