Where Does the Money Go?
Imagine a hundred people who draw
From one hundred pounds from the common purse,
Some more, some less. Who does better or worse?
When all’s reckoned here’s where the monies go.
Twenty pounds of the hundred goes to one,
Who, with just nine others, take as their share
Eighty seven pounds and don’t seem to care
This leaves ninety folk to make do upon
A mere thirteen pounds, not quite fifteen pence each.
But of that ninety, fifty are much worse
Through having to bear poverty’s curse,
Losing money, comfort beyond their reach.
Meanwhile, the one whose riches grow and grow,
Has two pounds fifty paid to a big toe.