Their Last Puff Poem by Randy McClave

The rich want to live forever
Believing, that they are smart or clever,
They don't care whose buried in a ditch
As long as they stay rich.
They hide their money from Uncle Sam
To pay their fair share they don't give a damn,
Then they want to pay less taxes
While getting refunds their trembling relaxes.
The poor has nothing at all
Very short is their fall,
And they always try to help others
As they all know we are all sisters and brothers.
The poor are happy to be alive
The poor just want to survive,
And the poor are very happy with the little that they got
God knows what both have sought.
The rich want more, more and then more
Why very little has the poor,
The rich never ever have enough
Then the rich become the poor, with their last puff.

Randy L. McClave