Rich And Famous Poem by Raj Arumugam

I dreamed last night
I was rich and famous
glowing with love
radiant with money;
I don’t know how I hit jackpot
but the riches and love sure hit me

and my lackeys
they gathered round
and after some reverence
and obeisance
(some revived from ancient customs
as befitting a man they deemed
heir to the riches of
China, India and Japan)
they all said:
“Honorable Lord,
what shall we do
with your boundless fame
and your untold wealth? ”

“Give my wealth, ”
I declared, “to the 1%
cos Obama plans to tax them more
And give my fame
to the anonymous 99%
cos they obviously crave for attention
And I myself, “ I said,
“shall retire into Monastery Zen“

sure, wise guys, it was all but a dream;
and my wife was waking me up
with a broom
“Get up! ” she screamed
“Go forth and get a job -
and stay away from those
lazy Occupy-This-City-and-that-City people! ”