Rats in the Cellar
In another time and place
Everyone was running—
All together keeping pace
With the economic roll.
While rats in the cellar
Played and toyed with all,
Secretly planning their way
Of survival in a world—imperfect.
They raise themselves monetarily
They double dip the system,
Gov’ pension and retirement too—
It all slips in their pockets.
Free medical and dental care
But nothing for the pawns—
The people of the land,
Who have, in government—no hand?
Ah! A lawyer I shall be
When I grow to puberty,
I shall chisel all the money
And pry open the coffers.
I shall become president
And, maybe a senator or
Congressman too – maybe a
Governor so I could learn the ropes.
Of caring for the land and people
Giving them false dreams and hopes,
Because little do they know
That college taught me well.
Well enough to make—
The ropes pull, twist and snap,
Carrying all the economical finds
Back into my pocket--full.
I will fight to remain in position
And I will fight to make a draw
And I will side with no one special
For we are the rats in the cellar—all.