The Poverty Pimps’ Poem

The Poverty Pimps’ Poem

By Thomas Sowell
August 05, 2019

Let us celebrate the poor,
Let us hawk them door to door.

There’s a market for their pain,
Votes and glory and money to gain.

Let us celebrate the poor.

Their ills, their sins, their faulty diction,
Flavor our songs and spice our fiction.

Their hopes and struggles and agonies,
Get us grants and consulting fees.

Celebrate thugs and clowns,
Give their ignorance all renown.

Celebrate what holds them down,
In our academic gowns.

Let us celebrate the poor.