We Got You There

You thank us
by trying
to wipe
us out
as if
we never
helped
you
and now
you
have
enough
money to
wipe with,
you look
at us
with
contempt
when we
try to
sneak in
and we are
nothing more
than stairs
that got
you where
you are,
it's so sad
that we
never
meant
anything
to you,
your
disposable
fans,
but more
will be
tossed
into
the
wind,
the dollar
signs are
in your
eyes
and that
is your
only friend
and you
no longer
have a
soul,
and now
there's
nothing
for the
poor folks
that got
you there,
and now
we are
just
dust
I bet
the people
that are
there now
will never have
as much
as we
did