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
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