They live to pull on strings
and set the proper stage
an atmosphere that brings
about concerted rage
or (yes, I know this stings)
acceptance of a wage
that never seems to pay
the bills they say we owe
or in the least defray
the cost of their grand show
a farcical display
of greed that seems to grow
more tragic with each act
while they pull more and grin
contaminating fact
with theatrical chagrin
in order to distract
as more roll off my chin.
2 comments:
Perfect style for this poem
Thanks Martin
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