The One Percenters

redneckwriter

 

You think that your better, we know that you do. But I’m here to tell you, that shit just ain’t true. All of your money, and all the excess. Hoarded for yourself, you call that success? You all act like assholes, like your higher up above. That tower your on, I’ll give you a shove. Let’s bring you back down, to see how we live. Real wealth isn’t taken, it’s in all that you give. Not money or objects, those things do not count. Give love to a neighbor, that’s what it’s about. I’ll never have money, and I do not mind. Because what I do have, is harder to find. Friends to depend on, a family I adore. What more in this life, could one man ask for? I’ll leave you with this, though I know you’ll ignore it. Keep thinking your better, the other 99% of us don’t give a shit.

  • Author: redneckwriter (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 10th, 2018 14:41
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Comments2

  • Daveyboyz

    The 1% are constantly changing, but tend to be old since they have had more time to earn their wealth... good luck to those that create wealth, the resentful tone of this I just don't concur with but some of them do have an arrogance to them; mind you disagreeableness and IQ are the biggest indicators of financial success so that figures. I agree with you there's more to life than money though.

    • redneckwriter

      Where I live it’s a large group that think they rule over the rest. I agree with you that it’s not all of them but more times than not the money runs to their heads and they consider themselves the elite and we are lucky to have them. Thanks for the feedback. I value a different point of view.

    • Christina8

      I love this poem! Family first! "real wealth isn't taken, it's in all that you give"--very nicely done!



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