Buddy Bee Anthony

Silver Star - 3,390 Points (Portland Oregon)

Rich - Poem by Buddy Bee Anthony

like a Shakespearean play
You look so God awful good
much a doin on about nothin all day.
A real shaker and a mover.
You shadowboxed J. Edgar Hoover
Strike a curious
though spurious pose
You dance like little Egypt at all the right and wrong
tearin up the dance floor
really curlin their toes
You're so rich
a master point shaver
your dice are pre-loaded
With odds steeped in your favor
written in blood
and duly noted.
It's clear you walked away
with the biggest of scores.
When a blemish erupted
they sealed your pores
You're so solid
what's poppin
take' Me' shoppin
You look like old money to me.
The only one's workin hard hard
are your accountants compounding interest
on your Monastery of chips
It takes more than a village
to keep your dough hid.
Your super ego's in bed
romancing your id.
A dynasty with your legacy
shall surely reign forever
just remember, for good measure, to bequeath
a breathtaking surplus of treasure
You've got plenty of help to balance all of this
Being ill begotten
spoiled rotten
Strike another spurious pose
I love what the doc did with the bridge of your nose.
And how perfectly your overbite he adjusted
your posse took heat
so you wouldn't get busted
you're so rich

Blew up Cripplers Creek
before the crash
oh what a creek bed
layered with cash

When your ex-beau was found bloated and blue
face down in your
swimming pool
you didn't flinch
you just wrote out a check
Because you're richer and smarter
and tanner than heck
If the law should ever catch up with you
You'll simply shift gears
that's what you do.
Your court case is long on the dockets
Postponed indefinitely
due to your deepest of pockets.
You're so rich

Have a beer
call it a day
you're in the winner's circle
and you don't even have to play
Pit crews gas up more funny cars
Pink slips go to the new racing stars
drinks all around
on your tab at the bar.
you're so rich

your credit's good as gold
You're a one and the only
breaking the mold.

Too smooth and discerning
to ever feel lonely or old
You're richer than the richest of the rich
Calling all available cash machines
In thigh high boots,
faux faded blue jeans
first responder on the scene.
You're too rich.
When your soul daddy
starts actin the clown
you go off on a shopping spree
do up the town

Haul the deadwood out
Shop the fresh stuff in
Bearer Bonds are your next of kin

You're white and right
so thin and in
Since you're
muffin stuffin
truffle suckin
bronco bustin
diamond encrusted
fairy dusted
ill begotten
spoiled rotten
most entitled
deedle dydle
Bernie Madoff
Michael Milkin
specials blinkin
champagne drinkin
birdie sinkin

Buddy Bee Anthony

Topic(s) of this poem: poetry

Poet's Notes about The Poem

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Comments about Rich by Buddy Bee Anthony

  • Kelly Kurt (3/31/2015 3:57:00 PM)

    I enjoyed your poem, Buddy. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 18, 2017

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