With the Rich

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

A stranger who looks how the rich live because he is part of their support to live their lives.

Submitted: November 15, 2017

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Submitted: November 15, 2017



I’m with the rich

But not in the rich

And I wish

I knew what they’d ditch


Wish life can seem

The way that they dream

On a whim

I’ll swim their cream


Caught chance or choice

Can’t tell from the poise

Or pose

Of matter like tinker toys


Magic backs all that’s tragic:

A reverse tale of the Titanic

Everything a tank

Money: a shelter from the panic


But the music band is needed

All other needs must be beaded

A type of clad lad

who sees rich seeds seeded


Watch life’s phase amazed

See the ones hated and praised

They must’ve prayed

Their life passes by unscathed


Eat and be merry in their ferry

As they must be like all: hurry and scurry


Which of my senses do I bury?

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