Those people don't have to count their change.
They grab things haphazardly off of shelves.
They get to keep everything they put into their carts,
And never have to estimate tax,
Or hold their breath while waiting for the total.
They flaunt the white of their shoes,
And pressed tee's.
They live in gated,
manicured,
bubble-like worlds.
They speak gossip fluently,
Shunning the least and boasting the best.
They watch lawns as a hobby
And leave price-tags on presents.
...
Funny to think
I ever wanted to be one of
"Those People."
Copyright Aug. 2008
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EDWIN
I wrote about 'Them.' Surely not 'US.'
Ron
I know I reside in one of those so called gated community
and I hate to even start a conversation with them
They want to know your whole life story within a short conversation
than you become a subject of their future conversations,
in the community Pools they Gather in small circles inthe water all looking at each other, I refer to them as circle jerks "oh! look honey there are only 3 circle jerks today...... welcome to the Dem
and remember I am not one of them
Love & peace be with you
William
Excellent poem that makes a statement. There is so much shallowness in some people...you almost have to feel sorry for them.
Mary
thoughtfully written ...