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The One Percenters

Just as long as the icing remains sweet at the top

Let the cake rot

The middle class will police the poor

There’s no more room at the top

Let them eat cake

Let them all rot

Bread is king

Martin King was shot

Dreaming of icing being equal with the lot

But the one percent are not

They’re willing to let the cake rot

The police protect us but they’re still below us

So let the ninety-nine eat pork, why not?

It’s not who rules but what haunts

What’s missing from the world is nuance


Kenneth is an Evergreen grad. He spends his days sleeping, reading outside with cat in lap when weather allows, buying records at Rainy Day, and working on art projects. He spends his nights stocking products at a convenience store.


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