Privileged Yet Poor

We have the money, we have the time,

Yet we are poor without a dime.

As middle class we always lose,

No matter what path we choose. 

We are puppets for the rich, 

And the face of the nation. 

We will die in a ditch,

At their dictation.

Some of us are frugal, and some of us are not.

But when they play the final bugle,

The lot of us will rot.