Income Equality Poem by Donal Mahoney

Income Equality

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Wilbur's always lived
in the navel of society,
lost in the lint
of the middle class.

His parents lived there too.
So will his children if they
fail to win the lottery.
Not a problem for Wilbur.

From his navel he can
see the poor sweat
at jobs they died for.
When he looks up

he can see the rich bet
on stocks and then relax
with wine and caviar.
That's the way the world works.

Wilbur's father told him
it's always been that way
and always will be.
And like his father

Wilbur knows the world
will always have its Castros
wanting to parcel out
what Donald Trump has.

No wonder, Wilbur says.
Income equality can't reign
until the world ends or
pygmies play in the NBA.

Thursday, February 12, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: money
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Eugene Levich 04 July 2015

Wow! I guess that sums things up, doesn't it!

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