Rich Man then there is the Welfare

Living in a bubble

That’s part of the rich mans trouble

Equating everything, he sees

But doesn’t know the cost of a tin of peas

A mere grand is but a trifling amount

For others every penny, every nickel doth count

Gadgets galore

Could he possibly want more?

You know he does, it’s a need

Early on greed reared its head, sowed its seed

Welfare you hear him say, “What’s that”?

He is too busy getting fat

Counting minutes as his lost money time

Others have to scrape, counting their every dime

There is no comparison between the two

One has too many dollars

The other too few

Sometimes you hear him bleating on Twitter

On and on, he does sound bitter

The government won’t give him any more tax breaks

Why, because his book accounts, are fakes

Maybe one day this will all equal out

But don’t hold your breath

Published January 21, 2012 Write a comment
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K R Brandli
Nicely expressed, and so true. Interesting change in rhyme structure at the ending leading to a single line that stands alone. Having that non-rhyming line at the conclusion can be quite powerful and in this case it works.
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spysgrandson
thank you for posting this--you are so right, many "haves" have no idea what it is like to be a "have not"
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