There are so many of these people. One doesn't have time to slap all of them.
The shaving, paring nails? I sit among
A brace of shits. They're fat and wealthy.
Still, they whine. Their fortunes, so they
Tell each other, came from brains and
Ceaseless labor; virtue, then, not simple
Luck. One needn't bring up moms and
Dads, who pushed them through expensive
Schools, and fixed their teeth, and found
Them friends, who got them jobs and
Lent them money. No, each strived for
Wealth alone, and got what he deserved,
And anyone who isn't here, who can't
Afford the entry fee, and sits somewhere
In shabby clothes inside a buggy rented
Room also has what he deserves, as
Anyone who's poor is proven lazy or a
Fool. This would be the price I paid
To chew a tender piece of meat. I
Should have gone the cheaper route,
And made my way to Annie's in my
T-shirt for a sandwich, and a better
Class of person at my side.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2012-03-09 at 13:45
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A Costly Meal
What price the donning of a collared shirt,The shaving, paring nails? I sit among
A brace of shits. They're fat and wealthy.
Still, they whine. Their fortunes, so they
Tell each other, came from brains and
Ceaseless labor; virtue, then, not simple
Luck. One needn't bring up moms and
Dads, who pushed them through expensive
Schools, and fixed their teeth, and found
Them friends, who got them jobs and
Lent them money. No, each strived for
Wealth alone, and got what he deserved,
And anyone who isn't here, who can't
Afford the entry fee, and sits somewhere
In shabby clothes inside a buggy rented
Room also has what he deserves, as
Anyone who's poor is proven lazy or a
Fool. This would be the price I paid
To chew a tender piece of meat. I
Should have gone the cheaper route,
And made my way to Annie's in my
T-shirt for a sandwich, and a better
Class of person at my side.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
Read 23 times
Written on 2012-03-09 at 13:45
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