Waiting In Line

For the Writer's Cramp

A Rich Man will stand,
Shake God's hand,
his smile will expand
but he will be damned.

The Poor Man fares better,
his stance as a debtor,
or perhaps an old beggar,
makes him a respecter.

A Pretty Girl smiles,
(it's taken her miles)
but she's full of wiles,
her life had no trials.

An Ugly Girl cries,
Upset with her thighs
but her soul is the prize
and she will rise.

The Kind One stands grand,
above all the land,
takes God's hand,
He knows where to stand.

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Obviously these are generalizations, so don't take it to seriously :)