Of Hypo Crits And Poly Tics Poem by Sandra Feldman

Of Hypo Crits And Poly Tics



They eat on porcelain dishes,
Silver fork and spoon in mouth,
Never worked a day, judicious
Took a much easier route,
Their riches 'never suspicious',
It's All Others you must doubt.

Monday, April 27, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: money
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