Caedmon Might Dig It

Aspirational ceilings are held up by walls,

But the floors, not the ceilings, tell how far you could fall--

A tumble while changing a lightbulb, at worst,

and not from story fifteen to the first.

From a young age, we're taught not to gaze at the floor:

Eyes ahead, or look up to men taller, with more,

So the only ones truly aware of the same

Are the ones who are bent by oppression or shame,

and where people look, they will usually go

(As all who are riders or drivers would know).

One can climb a step ladder or prostrate himself,

So in the end, what makes us poor is poverty itself.