I was not born with
A silver spoon
He said
Eyes glinting
As a creeping
Smile slid
Across his political
Face.
We lived in a
Basement apartment
Like regular folks
She said
Stepping out of a
60s sitcom
All fluffy and
Full of lace
As is right
For a woman
Who knows
Her place.
They said
We had to live
On returns from
Investments
It was hard
We even got
Regular haircuts
And ate at McDonalds'
Unless daddy and mommy
Took us out
Or gave us money
For the rent.
So, we know all about
You poor folks
Struggling to
Pay the bills
And feed the kids
With college ahead
We suggest you
Get money from
Your folks and
Live in a tent.
And when you
Get old
Become a Mormon
Mormons take care
Of one another
By piling up money
And stowing it
Away for a
Rainy day
And Mormons
Don't need
No government.
Copyright © 2014 by Jacob Avram/Lowell A. Anderson
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Copyright © 2014 by Jacob Avram/Lowell A. Anderson
All rights reserved