There is a squiggly line between the rich and the poor. When you back up, zoom out, and focus on it, it looks like a winding river. A river that slithers and sneaks like a serpent. A serpent that taunts and teases us with the most beautiful of red apples. This is a continuation of what some believe to be the oldest story of mankind. But since when did we decide the over privileged control the apple?
The rich write the policies, decide the boundaries, and hoard the prophets. The rich make the rules, tempt our fate, and push us closer and closer to the edge for personal gain. The rich control the apple. The poor control nothing, not even their own fate. We build their castles, fight their wars, and kiss their asses. Could this really be what was intended? The middle class is drowning in debt. The lower class is teaming with disdain, anger, and anxiety. I for one find it almost impossible to hold back my rage any longer. The next time a bill collector tells me they need money….Money I in all honesty do not have….and I get some kind of Clint Eastwood tough guy routine…..Some Mafia debt collector Bull-Shit!!....I may lash out in anger. I may allow this anger to drive me to devious deeds. The end result…..one more poor kid in Arizona spends his spare time in prison. Right where the rich have decided poor kids like myself belong.
We ride along this squiggly river trying to keep our heads above water. Flailing our arms in utter desperation, faced with interest rates, late fees, and payments which pile one on top of the other so high no one can find the ending. Hard not to harbor hatred while the rich work less hours, sip Martini’s, exploit our justice system, and ride by waving distastefully on platinum yachts. I’m barely holding on…….I am grasping a shattered Styrofoam cooler here! I would kill to ride on a yacht! When does this become more than a figure of speech? Soon, metaphorically, if you ask me.
We are pliable…..set-up for failure…beasts of burden……work horses. We are considered the uneducated, classless, vile, scum of existence. Thrown in a cage and fed through media matrix tubing. 40hrs. a week with overtime to get by, working careers for kiss-ass bosses. Pushing Freedom in a Happy Meal. Test Tube slave labor. WE ARE MUTE!! When is the last time you made a large scale change in society? Never? It probably costs to much doesn’t it. Or you don’t have time between work, and you know sleeping…eating…grocery shopping……the trivial stuff. Your teachers lied to you..you will never be the President of the United States. Poor people can’t afford to run for president. Poor people can’t even afford gas.
This will be continued in Part 02.
The rich write the policies, decide the boundaries, and hoard the prophets. The rich make the rules, tempt our fate, and push us closer and closer to the edge for personal gain. The rich control the apple. The poor control nothing, not even their own fate. We build their castles, fight their wars, and kiss their asses. Could this really be what was intended? The middle class is drowning in debt. The lower class is teaming with disdain, anger, and anxiety. I for one find it almost impossible to hold back my rage any longer. The next time a bill collector tells me they need money….Money I in all honesty do not have….and I get some kind of Clint Eastwood tough guy routine…..Some Mafia debt collector Bull-Shit!!....I may lash out in anger. I may allow this anger to drive me to devious deeds. The end result…..one more poor kid in Arizona spends his spare time in prison. Right where the rich have decided poor kids like myself belong.
We ride along this squiggly river trying to keep our heads above water. Flailing our arms in utter desperation, faced with interest rates, late fees, and payments which pile one on top of the other so high no one can find the ending. Hard not to harbor hatred while the rich work less hours, sip Martini’s, exploit our justice system, and ride by waving distastefully on platinum yachts. I’m barely holding on…….I am grasping a shattered Styrofoam cooler here! I would kill to ride on a yacht! When does this become more than a figure of speech? Soon, metaphorically, if you ask me.
We are pliable…..set-up for failure…beasts of burden……work horses. We are considered the uneducated, classless, vile, scum of existence. Thrown in a cage and fed through media matrix tubing. 40hrs. a week with overtime to get by, working careers for kiss-ass bosses. Pushing Freedom in a Happy Meal. Test Tube slave labor. WE ARE MUTE!! When is the last time you made a large scale change in society? Never? It probably costs to much doesn’t it. Or you don’t have time between work, and you know sleeping…eating…grocery shopping……the trivial stuff. Your teachers lied to you..you will never be the President of the United States. Poor people can’t afford to run for president. Poor people can’t even afford gas.
This will be continued in Part 02.
1 comment:
The toil of the poor under the harsh whip of the rich has always been one of the bourgeois' biggest complaints; but I'd say that the modern day bourgeois knows the dangers of simply wanting revolution and seeing the elite whither in the muck they have forced on the lower classes.
If we are to avoid more tangles with communism and violent revolutions, the answer can only be education. When our lower classes are too smart and patient enough to avoid be suckered into the debt that makes the rich richer, the rich will have to succumb to a new way of life that hopefully will require respect of all classes.
Looking forward to part two!
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