Sue Ann Simar
*rich Things And Poor People - Poem by Sue Ann Simar
to democratic drums.
Hungry mouths are open and
this is not a party and
this is not a pose.
This is a souvenir, expensive,
and I collect them
and this thing makes me happy
and I deserve my little toy.
Rich things and poor people,
face to face, colliding.
The poorest man is humming,
humming. Rich things can be spoken,
broken. I have a use for words.
Topic(s) of this poem: politics
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