Sonny Rainshine


Rich Man's Rag - Poem by Sonny Rainshine

Bobby Bolt declines
invitations and dines
by himself on silver plates
behind electrified gates.

Tawny port or ruby:
What would it be?
was the toughest decision
he would ever see.

Bobby Bolt, who has never been poor,
always orders the soup du jour
at the finest eating places
and never misplaces

his napkin. Open your gates,
Bobby Bolt before it’s too late.
Your wealth and excess
have bought you only loneliness


Comments about Rich Man's Rag by Sonny Rainshine

  • Rookie ***** ********* (4/6/2006 11:35:00 AM)

    I love it Sonny. 10 frin Tai, poor but but richer than most! (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Duncan Wyllie (4/6/2006 11:28:00 AM)

    This is precisely what I was thinking before I had even reached the end of this one.
    Such loneliness and lack of living when your freedom is encaged.A great write from you.Love Duncan (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 6, 2006



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