The Wealthy Never Suffers Poem by Randy McClave

After paying my doctor and my hospital bills
Then after paying for my groceries and all of my meals,
I pay the insurance for my car, my house and then myself
To survive, I need to work and to always stay in top health.
But, it's always free when God heals.

I pay my utilities and my taxes of course
My paycheck always comes from just one source,
40 hours a week, sometimes more I must always work
To continue this living, which the government says is a perk.
Not only a hurricane comes by force.

At the end of the year I pay my taxes as all Americans do
But, why do I still owe more, that I still not have a clue,
I work very hard just to make my ends meet
Pretty soon I truly believe, I'll be living on the street.
Horrific the stress we the middle-class go through

I don't mind my taxes being used for the poor and the needy
But, I hate them being used for the privileged and the greedy,
I don't mind the taxes for my Social Security and Medicaid
They are there to protect me, when in my golden years I wade.
The eyes of greed are always beady.

There is a better chance of me being poor than to be rich
So, someday I hope not to be buried in a ditch,
For a better education I once took out a student loan
Why must we be the only ones always to ever worry and moan.
To be wealthy and privileged that's the niche

I try and I try to enjoy my life and my living
Helping and donating to the underprivileged I enjoy giving,
But, sadly we the poor, the middle class have all become buffers;
The wealthy never ever suffers.
I have now become the unforgiving.

Randy L. McClave