They know they are outnumbered ninety-nine to one;
We, the larger number, say that nothing can be done.
Is it something in the water, or maybe it’s in our food?
Whatever it proves to be, it must be something good.
Good, for them, at least, but not for all the rest of us.
And, I will tell you, they wonder why we make a fuss.
Their daily eliminations most certainly trickle down;
That’s why it stinks, but not enough for you to frown.
It’s fertilizer, can’t you see, designed to foster growth.
I think it’s just a lot of shit, so just how can it be both?
They’re the same, it’s the truth, so why the problem?
I cannot quite express it without a big gob of phlegm.
Had a friend whose bumper sticker said Eat the Rich.
I couldn’t seem to convince myself to adopt his pitch.
They are really rather few and either too thin, too fat;
Truly, I do not mean to slander anyone by saying that.
Thin ones are tough and stringy, hardly worth the time.
My doctors said to limit fat, yet they may taste sublime.
I am not that sick, although some may think me crazy;
It is all just too much work and quite honestly I’m lazy.
If the rich shared a tiny bit of their preposterous wealth.
They could go out in public, without a need for stealth.
But, since they have all the money, the guns, the power,
They will shit upon us until we decide to seize the hour.
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