Save the rich

At last I have achieved what I most need
Is it money, fame or love or war?
I’ve got writer’s block and painful knees

This block I have proves I once wrote at speed
With words that rose up from my heart’s deep core
At last I have  been given what I need

Are there markets which will buy my pleas?
What I fear the most is that I bore
I’ve got writer’s block and  knobbly knees

I could run a class on minds diseased
If I did I’d speak up from the floor
At last I have  been  offered what I need

A teacher on a podium might freeze
Like google drive , like love which we ignore
I’ve got writer’s block and ancient knees

Save the rich from greed and envy pure
From starving , from homelessness, the poor
At last I have achieved what   noone  knew
I’ve got  sex free socks and gendered knees