As I write, seven hundred ninety-three
Bloated billionaires dominate our Earth,
While enterprise, notoriously free,
Gives hundred-million dollar fortunes birth—
Ten thousand (maybe more!)—think about it!
At a modest five percent return, shrewd
Plutocrats (the poorest ones!) get to flout
Five million bucks. Jeez—with such wealth imbued,
What can they buy? Dinner out ev’ry night
With good wine—say five hundred Cs—chump change!
Not even two-hundred thou a year, right?
But then there’s costly politics—arrange
To keep wages, taxes low—save themselves
From any inroads on their filthy pelf.
(2/12/10)