Poem about a rich elitist

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Rich man
Why should I call you by NAME when your life is but a NUMBER?
Oh Rich man, teach me that I may live
Bind my wounds with fine lined paper and refresh my veins with pure ink
What is so hard about a camel going through the eye of a needle, rich man?
If people just had respect they would buy a bigger needle
Peons and fools poking and pricking themselves, lunatics all
Let them eat cake!
Let them eat cake oh rich man
But don't watch lest they burp or have it with ketchup
Or they cling to their God and their guns
Other people having your damn money is the root of all evil
If you could only show them the soft green greasy womb of ones and zeros
perhaps they would doze off in its languid embrace
maybe those superstitious fingers could learn to count, to really matter
Teach me that I may live, oh rich man
Show me the way

very heartfelt. since my cat writes better poetry than any of my prose, [iow i lack the rhyming gene] i will let ray stevens do the rhyming about yuppie scum-

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Z3ad7V30ZU[/youtube]

Thank you for the video.

Often this issue is framed in a Marxist class warfare kind of way.

I personally am a political conservative and I do not think of having wealth makes one evil and being poor makes one oppressed.

My attempt was not just to rail against "the man", but to consider the individual as a person and lament the spiritual emptiness of one who worships money. Thus the critique is more psychological and religious than political.

The great tragedy is that one becomes some associated, within and without, with a checkbook balance, that the soul is lost and a previously good person becomes a tyrant.

a few quotes:
"...the love of money is the root of all evil."
"behind every great fortune, there is a crime somewhere."

in this world, it is highly unlikely that any one entity could accumulate fundage beyond a certain [variable] amount, without ethical corners eventually being cut someplace. in this respect, many folk mistake a clean conscience for a short memory.