Transcendental Sonnet #780:
The Dedicatee Will Know Who He Is

I hate the rich I hate their guts
I hate the rich so much I'm nuts
It is not envy which I feel
It is pure hate because they steal
Because of their conspiracy
To take my paltry share from me

Life is not fair it never was
It is a damned fool's game because
They own the world and we just live
In it they are sadistic give
Us but the slightest token chance
As they with their fat bellies dance
Upon the mocked dishonored grave
Of one I loved but could not save

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+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMIV Silke LLC

The one I loved but could not save is my maternal grandmother, Mildred Eckart Graham, 1905-2001; the dedicatee will know who he is.

Maldistributions of wealth often concern me, too. Then I think I just better get on the bandwagon. But, honestly, I'm just shooting for middle-class America.