Upper Crust

I question those who dress nicely,
Disguise lightly,
Covers their words
And act politely.
It is not our terrain
So we tread wisely,
Smile at them
As they lie to us kindly,
Looking down at us
As we regard them highly;
The Mrs. Dashworths
And Mr. Nightlys
Stealing our efforts
As we look blindly.
Until it hits us,
Finally.
They plot
As we play idly;
Greed pumping through their veins
And heart beating wildly.
They've got us in their pockets,
Wrapped around their fingers,
Trapped
And held tightly.
What once seemed fair.
Has turned unsightly.

Reviews

[Sheila Kline]

Great message of truth in your poem! Sadly, I have been the victim of this type of "put down" behavior too many times!
Good write!
Sheila

[Butterflymom]

Interesting, thought provoking, and well expressed. This is a wonderful piece. I've learned over the years of my life that people that act that way are only hiding their insecurities and lots of nasty secrets...LOL. I also have recieved great pleasure from making THEM feel uncomfortable.