mayor knocks at the door
with
his cronies
and tells me that i have too much
money.
it's time to share,
show us your bank
statements,
your overflowing penny jar.
he waves his arms around
my house
and yells,
this
is too big and that i need
to open it up to others.
your king size bed can fit
three people,
at least.
you must take in
the unfortunate
others
who haven't worked as hard
as you have.
he opens my refrigerator
door.
and says.
i have too much food, you must
give half
of it away.
why do you, a single man,
have a whole
gallon of milk
and a full loaf of bread.
look at your freezer with all
those frozen
bags of sugar cookies.
do you know there are hungry
people out there
on the street?
how can you sleep knowing this,
and having
so much to share?
the same goes for the closet
with all of
your clothes
and shoes.
what's going on here?
it looks like a store in here.
we must take
most of this away.
you must begin to share your
things
with the poor
and beaten down masses.
your selfish lifestyle doesn't
work
here anymore.
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