Poetry: Rich People

Born with a silver spoon they have it good
Life with all the money, yep as they should
Could it be just luck or was it stuck to just fate?
They over indulge, so pile some more on their plate

Wait, it gets better they flock to the same feather
Their attitude is shrewd, nothing new, it's the same weather
They storm into their office to catch a few important calls
While the poor people pray that they see tomorrow

I thought I had the answers, I don't know what happened
Does money justify a person's social status?
Middle class and poor folks is average
Just imagine, what would happen, if the poor weren't held captive?

We could fulfill our needs, buy everything we ever dreamed
Teamed with success, it's nothing left to be seen
Coasting on easy street, each and every one would be even
But a boat load of cash, can still harbor the demons