The weather report
has one hitch:
It never rains
on the rich
Your water balloon will always miss
Their lips are dry when they kiss
In a flood they float yachts
In the nose, no snots
When huddled masses lose all
slammed by tsunami
The rich on high ground
donate salami
Point a hose at a rich woman,
she will point you to jail
(and you will go there
without fail)
Their roof never leaks
Their grass has no dew
The toilet won’t clog
with their poo
The rich man is one lucky fella
A poor man like me
will hold his umbrella
Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 2:01 PM UTC
The weather report
has one hitch:
It never rains
on the rich
Your water balloon will always miss
Their lips are dry when they kiss
In a flood they float yachts
In the nose, no snots
When huddled masses lose all
slammed by tsunami
The rich on high ground
donate salami
Point a hose at a rich woman,
she will point you to jail
(and you will go there
without fail)
Their roof never leaks
Their grass has no dew
The toilet won’t clog
with their poo
The rich man is one lucky fella
A poor man like me
will hold his umbrella
First published in *Rat's *** Review*
