Rich Folks Just Don't Get It or, Debunking the Protestant Work Ethic

Written and read by Ruth Fox

Sleeping in on Saturday
and reading hold sway over
updating a resume,
and gathering friends
rates more than
folding strewn laundry,

Arms ache from lifting'
trays and serving
food for tossed bills,
and left-over strength is
spent digging room
in my own garden.

I rebel, the pen drops unbidden
but bleeding ink stains hardwood
floors, so I say this to you.

Sometimes that extra dollar
needs to be spent on coffee out
instead of saved for a sunny day
or paying debts or calling home.

If you can have coffee
money, I want it too,
your shit stinks and
unwashed so would you.

Got a bathroom
in this establishment?