Dear One Percent

Roll a die and take a chance
At leaving Earth behind for
An adventurous voyage to
A nameless planet. Accept
Your very low intelligence,
And challenge yourself for
A bit of dignity: carry your
Own bags, and put them
In your million-dollar-jet
For we can surely sit one
Of your sibling chimps on
That comfy chair behind
That wooden desk, but
Do not worry about the
Picture frame on the wall
For the both of you are
Really identical; nobody
Will tell the difference.
And remember to return
The die you just rolled,
Because I know you, Mr.
One Percent, you greedy
Bastard. Yours Sincerely,
A peaceful ninety-nine.