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