vaporsA Poem by rt farrisreal wealth, we mostly just get a whiff of it
the comfortable
middle-class where more than is needed becomes the object of desire the achievement that's revered the brass ring that lures a hungry world to american shores yet as we've come to know and ignore over and over again the comfort seal is unreal more like a bad deal it's a mirage in red ink a fantasy that can vanish with the last paycheck yet there are those in privileged places who sit atop real wealth but they are few and far between and they intend to keep it that way © 2011 rt farris |
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