for David Brooks
These are the right-wing rules of poverty:
The social contract is in disrepair.
The poor eschew upward mobility;
They’re not kept down—they simply like it there.
There’s always crime when kids learn every day
To hate the drug but love the shooting gallery.
A healthy neighborhood is a ballet
But God forbid the dancers want a salary.
When losers learn to scratch where they can itch,
The world is run the best way that it could be—
The dirty poor won’t blame the filthy rich;
They’ll blame themselves—which is the way it should be.
God pays hard cash for moral discipline.
The poor are poor because they’d rather sin.
Copyright 2015 Matthew J Wells