On the Outside

December 18, 2010

You never look
at me.
I often look
at you.

You have
those things
I am told
bring happiness.

I have
those things
I am told
bring shame.

I look into
your restaurant –

you spend
my week’s wages
in a night

so elegant
so white

table cloths
and candles
fine wine
and waiters.

I could go on
and on,

but I have been ordered
to move along…


before you place
money in hand –
blow off the dead
like dust


Class Warfare ?

May 28, 2008

Why not?
The rich are already
kicking our asses

Our country was born of
contempt for privilege.

Yet we are now besmirched

for having those same
patriotic opinions.

You are trailer trash
until they need you.