Sunday, July 10, 2011

The Billionaire's Lament


The words in blue are the first line of Oliver Wendell Holmes poem


Little I ask, my wants are few,
Just a Cadillac or two,
Just a pad at Malibu.
That's all I need.

I'm quite abstemious as you know,
I don't need a lot of dough.
Just a trip to Jericho.
And that's not greed.

Of course a heated swimming-pool,
Children at a top-notch school,
All to make the neighbours drool.
Why not, I say.

Outfits coming from Dior
Persian carpets on my floor,
Why shouldn't I have more and more,
When I can pay?

The proletariat may whine
About these luxuries of mine,
But I continue doing fine
I make a splash.

Let them whinge and let them bleat,
Let them sleep out in the street;
Luxury is hard to beat.
And I've got cash!


(A cinquain)

Piled, juicy.
Reflecting, shining, appetising.
Cradled in a bowl.


Maxwell Mead Williams Robinson Barry said...

fine verse.

Madeleine Begun Kane said...

I just loved your Billionaire's Lament!

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

Is that billionaire really lamenting? Sounds like a rather supercilious fellow to me. Rather!

Anna :o] said...

Loved it - wish I could whine on like that! Not really - as my needs are few!

Mary said...

I hear what you are saying, but I think more and more even billionaires realize money will not bring happiness. More and more are donating to/ working for causes. I have the utmost respect for Bill and Melinda Gates, for example.

Nara Malone said...

More, more more. Sounds like an empty life doesn't it?

andy sewina said...

Dead good rhyme!!

Unknown said...

I love these, such a way with words you have:-)

Anonymous said...

Clever approach! :-)