Oh, what of the millionaire
who lies through his teeth to the masses
to get what he wants?
He is full of hot air
and despises those dumb-asses
who dine at fast-food restaurants.
He looks down his nose-
as his opponent he slanders-
At the ignorant throng
to whom he panders.
Bringing out the worst
In those who chant ‘America first!’
What of the millionaire
in his Ferragamo shoes
and multiple glass houses?
Throwing stones, unaware,
of those with the most to lose:
the rabble whom his ire rouses.
To veil his contempt
with cackling laugh and pointed finger,
Toward the unwashed unkempt-
whose deepest fears yet linger.
Leaving in the lurch,
Those who yet dangle from a perilous perch.
Yes, what of the millionaire;
the babbling misanthrope
who consorts with common paupers?
Whose suggestions in all affairs
is to abandon all hope
and become better shoppers.
To manufacture disdain
for the treatment of a counterfeit plumber:
A shameless shill who plays
to the dumbest of the dumb and dumber.
Bringing out the most
From those best susceptible to an idle boast.