We are the bootstraps of the rich.
The very thing they preach & pitch.
We take the bait & waste a life.
Often spent as our betters’ knife.
When times get tough they yank the poor.
They shake us down so they’ll endure.
When lowest cast no longer fruits;
They’ll come for the middle man’s suits.
In truth, wealth’s never leaked from crown.
Yet, hollowed houses will fall down.
L.B.Stowe 