Poor Adult Rat RaceA Poem by Barbara Walker
Written on a day that I was just thinking about all of this financial mess in the United States
Many people are having financial woes,
as they decide which necessity has to go.
Even those, with no materialistic bent,
are finding it difficult, to pay the rent.
Forget getting ahead, they can barely stay in place,
this is the poor adult rat race.
They try to sell you on the inner reward,
in a job that pays peanuts and is a bore.
Bosses won't allow you to use your creative strengths but,
will hassle employees, at great length.
How can you have satisfaction and inner peace,
when so many jobs pay the least?
If you ask for a raise, they tell you that you're fired,
replacing you with the newly hired.
That person won't ask for a raise for awhile,
then, he'll find out, it just isn't their style.
Rich bosses don't want to share the wealth
or give employees insurance for their health.
The poor must do their bit,
so, tell you're kids to get used to it;
wearing those hand-me-downs, no cable tv
and there will be no glasses, so that junior can see.
Tell them not to whine,
tell them to get up early, rise and shine!
Born rich is the luck of the draw,
child, it does no good to sit there and bawl.
The poor try to augment the groceries they buy,
more and more, are learning to dumpster dive.
You can't afford food, let alone a ring,
those rich dudes hold the mighty purse strings,
but, if you have no money to go to the store,
it's all your fault for being poor.
While workers endlessly strive
to make ends meet, just to stay alive,
CEO's buy million dollar johns
and feed their hunger with expensive bon-bons.
Many people are full of rage and doubt,
when they see the rich get a government hand-out.
While we scrimp and go without,
our taxes are used to give the rich a big bail-out.
The rich will stay rich, I guarantee that,
with political fund raising, tit for tat.
The rich are the people in charge
and their wallets are made in size extra large.
There is no way they're giving it up,
they don't want to share that over-flowing cup.
© 2010 Barbara Walker
Added on July 18, 2009
Last Updated on May 28, 2010
San Diego, CA
AboutI am retired from the Postal Service. I find I write poetry to help myself through difficult times and I have written many poems in response to the chronic pain I've been living with for 20 years. I .. more..
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