He owns Town Caricature,
a small paper catering
to folks who need help.
The paper is kind to all
who need help but not
folks who appear to have
everything, earned or not
by hard work, fraud, luck
or sometimes inheritance.
Some donate to charity
not because they want to help
people in need but simply
to lower their taxes, a bane
they want to avoid as much
as those who shirk work will
avoid any work if possible.
This is the DNA of both groups.
Some folks never have enough
and others simply hate work.
If one has a life, he’s neither.
The owner of the paper
has never made a profit
publishing the tabloid.
He gives it away, loses
money on purpose.
He inherited millions
from the sale of his
father’s steel mills
and needs a write-off
to save on taxes.
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