When The Poor Doesn't Work Poem by Richard Jarboe

When the poor doesn't work,
They can get into invention,
They can keep a car running
With just a ghost for an engine.

It is best to keep the poor working,
Poverty can make them move,
When the poor put their poor heads together,
They move to the city to improve.

Once in the city they daydream a lot,
Of an old hickory tree on the old family plot,
They remember their dog out on a stroll,
Walking a path of natural soul.

But they can't go home because they're poor,
They have to leave the past behind,
Because nobody cares about the poor,
They got to take care of their kind.