Silver Spoon Fed Snootocrats Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

It's a matter of fact.
Regardless who decides to skip over that.
There are those who believe,
They've been annointed to say and do...
Exactly what they please.
As they continue to afflict those most affected,
By noticeably rejecting their expectations...
With an enforcement of conditions,
To prevent their upward climb to ascend...
From depths manifested as traps to keep them in.

Tripping to flip flop without an opinion that stops,
A guessing to identify beliefs anyone feels that are exact.
And this flourishes a thoughtlessness from the ones who claim,
They represent with consent a condescending meant...
Towards those less fortunate to nourish their resentment.
While the values of the silver spoon fed 'Snootocrats',
Are kept perfectly intact to feed their greed and wasteful needs.
As they stand on the backs of those made to pay higher taxes,
Whether they do or do not reflect that segment of the 47 percent...
Who have long have had their shoulders, backs and knees bent.

'It is all a game to preserve our gains.
And those interests we identify as ours.
Here...
Take these two dollars and wipe your tears.'