Poem: Gold card people

Poem: Gold card people

Gold card people

Gold card people

just live to buy

Plastic people

tag along for the ride

Only real people

earn free flybuys

But working people

just sweat and cry

they serve the tables

they pour the wine

So don't ask questions

or you're defined

a public enemy

weak in the mind

Gold wing people

sure fly high

Plastic money

French champagne buys

Only good people

wear suit and tie

But working people

must sweat and try

and still earn nothing

work till they die

Where is the justice

don't ask me why

all this wealth

has passed them by

But if you must

then I would say

those gold card bastards

rigged it that way

— Jim Cingovski

From GLW issue 264