Who knows how many billionaires
now seek control of our affairs...
who light cigars and sip fine wine
and ponder on what they next dine.
Will they still war with Middle Class,
and bet on how long we can last?
For once we’re judged among the poor,
we must beseech them to endure.
With costs of education higher,
their progeny soon only buyer,
they’ll rule our country by and by...
and that time is coming nigh.
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