Wednesday, April 8, 2020

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Inheritance has its virtues

Born a Billionaire, the son that goes directly to the Ivy League

He doesn't spend his Summers sweeping streets at an amusement park

Nor does he have to sleep in the bed of a pickup truck because he can't afford a room at a hotel

Does he think of us fondly, does he think of us at all as he rolls down his limousine window

Can you afford $1000 plate dinners or afford to schmooze with political leaders

A man who represents the rich (1) percent of America

Should privilege be taken for intelligence

In our leaders we vote for the most hollow of men.

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