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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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

Sorry

Which of my senses do I bury?


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