I Write Whatever I Want To Write

Some just want a can of food,
While those over them want the world
A trinket
For their curio cabinet.

Seldom do curio cabinets
Have curious contents
Just gaudy miniatures
For small-minded collectors.

Some just want a day away,
While those above them buy island estates
With inherited wealth
And have never been through hell.

Never had a pair of hole-ridden shoes
Fall apart while walking to school.
Or felt the shame of being poor,
At the hands of circumstantial scorn.

Some just want eternally,
While those above them never need.
They never sweat the daily chores,
As they live blissful lives, and easily ignore.

Ignore that which doesn't serve,
And those who don't serve, don't deserve,
And answering to anyone they do deign,
A world bound in circular logic, under idiotic reign.