
The Spoils
Walking is elemental. We do it night and day,
but if they could, they’d meter it and we’d have to pay.
They charge us for our water, but so far air is free.
Until they find a way to own it, they will let us be.
Every element on earth is one they’d like to own,
but how to possess all of it so far is still unknown.
They find new ways to own us and to control our voting.
They open up our coffers and soon they’re busy toting
all of our resources off to their own coffers
so they can sell it back to us, slaves to their pricey offers.
If there were a tournament for greed and avarice,
it would be one our billionaires wouldn’t want to miss.
Golf might be their game of choice or perhaps chess or tennis.
The rules would be cut-throat, and their game plan full of menace.
But no matter what their plots to gain chess pieces or ball,
no matter what their motivation to possess it all,
no matter what the game or how many players are in it,
all the rules would ensure our president would win it!!!

Prompt words today are walk, meter, tournament and elemental. Here are the links:
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/03/09/rdp-saturday-walk/
https://fivedotoh.com/2019/03/09/fowc-with-fandango-meter/
https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/03/09/your-daily-word-prompt-tournament-march-9-2019/
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/03/09/elemental/
Hah! So true.
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Well written words and incisive commentary on politics with a touch of humour. Love it. Does he really have his head on a coin?
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No..that is a satirical creation. I hope!!!!
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Egads! It really exists. The sales pitch on Amazon says, “By patriots for patriots!” It is gold-plated and not created by the U.S. mint but rather a collectible.
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Omg!!!! Je is immotalized in metal!
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The oligarchs have already made it so that if you are poor you have to literally be a slave to get Medicaid in some states, so why not pay for air (or work it off in more slave labor)?
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Yes. Criminal.
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