With The Rich Poem by Ragy Sandid

I'm with the rich
But not in the rich
And I wish
I knew what they'd ditch

Wish life can seem
The way that they dream
On a whim
I'll swim their cream

Caught chance or choice
Can't tell from the poise
Or pose
Of matter like tinker toys

Magic backs all that's tragic:
A reverse tale of the Titanic
Everything a tank
Money: a shelter from the panic

But the music band is needed
All other needs must be beaded
A type of clad lad
who sees rich seeds seeded

Watch life's phase amazed
See the ones hated and praised
They must've prayed
Their life passes by unscathed

Eat and be merry in their ferry
As they must be like all: hurry and scurry
Sorry
Which of my senses do I bury?