I vote STAND, then hasten to add
Lest multiple czars I do make mad
Apprehending so little bravery
‘Tis rhyme merely cautionary
Not Rebel Will with which it grapples
But distinction of our own Bad Apples
The smallest percent of a little fraction
A dreadful Few without compunction
Enfants Terrible, Elite Internacional
Nepotism, cronyism, parent and pal
Cliquish and clannish, cloaked in deceit
Greed beyond measure, limitless conceit
The Haves who honorably earned their wealth
‘Stead of watching fortunes frittered by stealth
Would better cut bait with the Robber Barons
The O’Neals, Geithners, Exxons and Paulsons
A proud rich class known for excellent endeavor
Will smite derelict few if they’d gain mass favor
To what advantage protect the Kingpins
Whose names will fall in history’s dustbins
In the fullness of time and underling rage
When blame is memorialized on the page
The best and brightest, the richest and statesmen
Can circumvent the pitfall of guilt by association
Deliver the Bad Guys unto public ire
Cast cloak and dagger upon the pire
Success and wealth are not crimes or offenses
But Crooks hogtie Achievers with their defenses
Not class against class but classes against classless
If phoenix-like, Reason would arise from the ashes
Why aren’t there bullet-proof pants?
bullet-proof vest exist because they protect your vital organs, and although it would suck hardcore to get shot in the crotch, you have a much better chance of surviving than if you were shot in the heart. although it is a friggin good idea.