His Need For Well-Wishers..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

ohh, someone is looking
for you
filthy rich and looking good
after all those
years

a note is left for you
to read
there is an address
and a name with a title
Sir

you are instructed to
go to his place
so be ready, come to think

about what happens next
you have experienced it before

you will be toured to his
new mansion
and see the landscape that
cost him millions
his car, his farm, his chopper
and his family


the way his money shines
could blind you
and do you really want to go?


you fool, what he needs is you,
his clapper, his fan, his envious friend,
and after all these shows
he will then drop you like one kind
of hot potato....

and when you are back home
your envy will kill you....