The Importance Of Pomposity - Poem by Steven Cooke
The Perfect life, a wife half his age
Their house grand, with a zip code to match
All bought and paid for.
No hawkers, appointments only
But look closer
The Wife bides her time, waiting for his demise,
A heart attack would be nice
For she has her own dreams
No love baked bread here
No roses from seed.
A plastic hug, on a plastic lawn his reward
The library full of Shakespeare and Keats
Never opened, for it’s the show that counts
Dinner Parties, A new painting
Purchased, because we can,
A favorite phrase for American wealth,
Pompous talk of Wine and Poetry
Vinegar, and Plagiarism their only worth,
Still the new boob job to admire
Perhaps a recipe, her mother’s creation
Michel Roux the real star.
The children born out of lust not love
Sent away to England, Trophy kids,
Breast fed by American Express.
The Debutants Ball awaits them
And a hoorah Henry wedding their destiny
Church on Sunday
New money at the front
The old money sitting in the private pew
God for sale,
And the greenback will mop the saint’s brow
A church of Pomposity
Even in death a grand memorial
But decay gives no privilege
Let’s hope the pearly gates are the right colour
And god has the right zip code
For pomposity, might just send them to the wrong house.
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