A 'poem' today:

Ninety-nine suckers and a one percent man,
throwing us our supper from his garbage can.
As he gives us another morsel to chew,
we throw it back'n say, "no thank you!
Your food looks good, but it tastes like poo!"
That was pretty bold - but what's he going to do?
Take away our pay checks and our pensions too?


by Michael Em