I have a contrast to state, that you are dense,
And I am thin, that you scorn me whilst I am rich.
To be dainty is to be scornful of my reminder,
The strain is aloof you say and state, but it is scare
And you must care, like all who are tall with their ball.
Rare are the practices of the rich, poor are those who
Understand a little helmet is for safety.
My hat is beautiful, yours is a chair of extinct material,
My clothes are becalming, yours are plunging you
Into sin or laziness, like the stench of a semi-heaven.
Saturday, September 3, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: arrogance,contrast,poverty,wealthy