In the U.S. economy the question persists:
how many poor folk to permit exist
to provide our food, clean up our messes,
to do whatever we feel would distress us?
How to determine the number of plumbers,
servants, salesmen, drummers, newcomers
needed to keep things pleasant and easy
doing work which makes us queasy?
Their numbers sufficient to keep things efficient
with wages below some low coefficient
enough (barely) to keep them assuaged
complacently placid so they'll not engage
in fights for their “rights” setting their sights
on toppling us, the elites, from the heights?
While we have to admit we love keeping them down,
our heads do lie uneasy wearing the crown.