RICH BOY BLUES

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RICH BOY BLUES

RICH BOY BLUES


I listen to the rich, as they bitch and cry
They worry that the economy will leave them broke and dry
They have been spoiled through-out thier time
Lifting thier noses at those of us, who ask to spare a dime
Unable to cope with being broke, they put thier neck in a noose
Thier legs shake, thier necks brake, thier problems are gone
No more stress, now they can rest,
And finally move on.
 

CHRIOS
2009

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Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

Chrios’s Poems (8)

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LOST 0
I AM 0
WONDER 2
Ruined 0
OLD MAN 0
STREET 0
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