Merry go round

The meagre crawled
On block pave drives of gold
Taking moments pause
To low and behold the wonder
Of the shopping palace, blunder
A rich man made it
and pond life invade it
And the meagre scrubbed
The plate glass chrome
The thrones on which
The rich
Lay down
the derrière
the sun shines lush from there
And as though a prayer mat
Invisible is laid out
So the poor clean the shoes
And Shine higher man
And he and she and child an man
Were level at birth
But society can
Change all of that
In its aspirations
We are soaked
In hidden meanings money cloaked
In adverts
To manufacture converts
To have and have not
Gold silver alloys
Paper cash buys status
vacuum's the soul
As you sell yourself to reach the goal
Or gamble your life on the guaranteed fold
Of an empty hand
Bland that man with cash
Hollow on the inside rattling
Yes he’s made of straw
Yes his pitch and yaw
The symptoms of a fattened paw
In every pie the bugger saw a profit.
He worked hard, you stop it!

IN CRITICISM, WHY CANT I be rich?
You the poor, the first to bitch
income people down, don’t wipe my frown
I paid for that!
I paid for silk to line the hat
Embroided name, have a suck on that!
you meagre minion
Save the rich and poor opinion
And leave me in this fortress
the rich never complain, so up the drawbridge
home James

But your fortress is impenetrable!
I couldn't touch you
If driven to
I cant reach your heart-
A stake runs through,
punctures mark your neck,
Just there two little specks,
Where drained my cash and upper crust
No money can protect the soul
Oh the dust!
Leave it
for
the poor cant be trusted
can we?
you have it all !
but intact inside id rather be
a nectar guardian,
a honey bee of things that really matter.
Cherish the sweetness of the natural world
Before money dipped its toes and swirled
The merry go round.

P Crompton 29-9-2007 (C)


thanks to Sophie for the inspiration on this one.

Wow! I love this. I love the rhythm and would really like to hear this performed.

A great story told from both sides.

Frighteningly, I can relate to both!

I really like this.

I like the rhythm of this piece Pete.

"Paper cash buys status
vacuums the soul
As you sell yourself to reach the goal"
(May be reach your goal ?) Pete
Powerful words.

Another blinder Peter. I like the rhythm and use of rhyme. Bits that stood out for me were: 'the derriere, the sun shines lush from there' I think a lot of rich people think that about themselves! and 'gamble your life' which reminds me of the income support day mams who live near me, fiver on the leccy and tenner on the lottery. Very though provoking, I hope you will perform it soon?

to all the poets

Thank you very much for your feedback on this poem.