Their Last Puff

The rich want to live forever Believing, that they are smart or clever, They don't care whose buried in a ditch As long as they stay rich. They hide their money from Uncle Sam To pay their fair share they don't give a damn, Then they want to pay less taxes While getting refunds their trembling relaxes. The poor has nothing at all Very short is their fall, And they always try to help others As they all know we are all sisters and brothers. The poor are happy to be alive The poor just want to survive, And the poor are very happy with the little that they got God knows what both have sought. The rich want more, more and then more Why very little has the poor, The rich never ever have enough Then the rich become the poor, with their last puff. Randy L. McClave