The 1% Evening Prayer
by Odin odin@aflx.com — Read all 3,869 poems by Odin odin@aflx.com
It’s that time of the year when without some levity, some of us might snap. Can there ever be a Philosopher King or Queen, a person capable of equating success by any other means than promoting the mass hysteria for riches as the blessed goal? (Image by Bruce K. Gagnon)
Friday, October 3, 2014
The 1% Evening Prayer
by Odin Roark
Oh success,
My virgin Goddess,
My alabaster code of purity’s darkness,
The measure of my existence…
Give me not your tired,
Your poor,
But your blessing,
Oh holy book of the 1 %.
Send me not the huddled masses
Yearning to breathe free,
Send rather these homeless tempest tossed to China
Taiwan,
India,
Anywhere but here,
Where their very presence
Impacts lifting my lamp beside the golden door.
Say not I’m a dreamer
Say instead I’m a doer
Doer of the unconscionable if you will
But still part of your beloved 1 %.
And as the 6 o’clock news announces the CEO raises
Dwell not on the Left’s complaint of fewer jobs
Remind the whiners that consumer items come cheaper now
Made more efficiently
More profitably
More expediently
You’ve come to expect the worst of the 1 %
And we’ll not disappoint.
May we always please thee,
Amen
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Michael D.
Once again you nailed the human condition quite precisely with all of the right words. Where did we ever come to think of "success" as being monetary? And why is it those that have money are smarter, superior, happier, less stressed? These are all myths that most seem to believe without question like they believe that everything is "preordained" by some superior being. If that is so, why do all these 1%ers claim they did it on their own, contradictory to their own belief. We all know that most of them just inherited the money and have made sure that laws and regulations allow them to keep and grow it.
Ron