Rank is the aura
permeating the existence
of the poor and the innocent
Intoxicated by fumes
of a certain mint green perfume
I shudder from such
scintillating exposure
to my tendered soul
Charted, yet unexpected
these intersecting encounters
with the fiscally challenged
leave me weak and tired
Horrible, even in their brevity
my nightmares become my reality
What can I possibly learn from them, if I must live them?
Aren't the bourgeoisie
Simply French
for 'do my bidding'?
Nightmares indeed!
Not that I spend much time
thinking about it,
however
Darling, you simply must do more
for that dollar
if you expect me to be nice, too!
Sinful are those
who don't lay down their lives
for my requests
My whims are very important to me
you know
Never am I closer to God
Than when penniless heathens
are put in their place
Out here - in the real world -
Life is hard
When expectations are unmet
No matter how unreasonable
Over your dead body?
Honey, you can kiss your
one-percent tip good-bye
Travel - why must I -
To places far away
Third world venues
Where workers rightfully grovel
for mere pittance
What ever happened
to our glorious American standards?
You
Yes, you over there
What on earth are you waiting for?
These things,
all of them
I'm taking them with me
This stairway to heaven
has been bought and paid for
you know
Let's move it!
---Robert Meyers-Lussier
16 December 1996
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