Elites

a poem by Tom W.

They gather in secret
behind closed doors
And decide which leaders
will be their whores.

Which senator will
be paid off
What governer will
feed at their trough.

you think you know who they
represent?
They think the big wigs
are the 99%

They ruled that they all
have a soul.
But they profit off the
planned debt hole.

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