Born with a silver spoon

 The Candidate

I was not born

With a silver spoon

He said

Eyes glinting

Chin jutting

Brow furrowed  

A creeping smile

Slithering across

His political

Face.

We lived in a

Basement apartment

Like regular folks

She said

Stepping out of a 

60s sitcom

All fluff

And full of lace

As is right

For a woman

Who knows

Her place.

They said

We had to live

On returns 

From investments

It was hard

We even got

Regular haircuts

And ate at McDonalds

Unless daddy and mommy

Took us out

Or gave us money

For the rent.

We know all

About you

Poor folks

Struggling to

Pay the bills

And feed the kids

With college ahead

We suggest you

Get money from

Your folks and

Live in a tent.

And when you

Get old

Become a Mormon

Mormons take care

Of one another

By piling up money

And stowing it

Away for a

Rainy day

So Mormons

Don't need

No government.

They do it all themselves!

Image from here.