Elite Lament Poem by Greg Gaul

Elite Lament



We of the upper persuasion
resent the insipid invasion
of the lessers you see who lack pedigree
who properly are nothing like me.

My people have always been seen
where miscreants never have been
playing polo the equestrian way
or golfing where elites only play.

Better to inherit than to labor
it's things artistic that we favor
creating is best not to try
we prefer beauty that we buy.

Pampered privacy is surely sought
entitled exclusion is usually bought
seeking always to own what is better
expecting excellence right to the letter.

Off season where we all go
our delight is to fashionably show
when we know all the faces
that's where the right place is.

Resist as we will, change is here
it's the worst of all that we fear
gilded times are fading away
only our thinking is likely to stay.

Monday, October 19, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: society
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