Sink Or Swim Poem by P.R. Prosper

The rich get richer and the poor die trying
If you mention this, the rich call you defiant
Unruly and attempting your hand at inciting
Mindless violence and maybe some riots in
Posh sections of town lost up on the hills
Guarded by heaters, tucked away from the chill
Of broken furnaces and shredded blankets
Dim streetlights and flooded embankments

Shivering rags readily welcome the weather
While quivering bags hold eyes shady as ever
“Better dot your I's and cross the other letter
Or you’ll never get it and crack up like leather
Fetch a education to raise up your station
Your stature in life and your bank notation”

The message burns ears to the brink of cremation
As creation
Of sink or swim rules bans their flotation
Devices from ever being deployed
Unless they used to always never be employed
Frustration advocates feeling annoyed
Muckraking hits a wall not built by the Floyd

Reputations so green they’re impossible to soil
Explanations so aluminum they can’t be foiled
“So the chicken is rotten and the eggs are all spoiled
When you own the whole farm they can both be boiled”

No remorse and no apologies and no regard
And no recourse or acknowledging the free car
Or the rides it gives as it passes the laymen
And rolls over their tongues, still salivating
Wasting their fuel on silly dream chasing
Is silly

If the check they’re craving is in some room waiting
And the pattern repeats itself like a rhyme you miss
The Poor’s demise by pure chance coincides at times
When the rich socialize more than communists