The Rich Folk At The Lodge Halfway To The Mountain Top Poem by Chuy Amante

There's a place of beauty, splendor and egotism!
It's at the Lodge, half way to the mountain top.
It seems to suck the rich folk into it's stale vacuum
and keep them, comfy, fat, excerised and looking good.
A place where fools feel they should feel complete.
Enjoy your stay!

Let us brothers trek, arm in arm, sharing granola
and a boda of water, sleeping bags, sunburns, a puff,
as we head to the mountain top, never settling any lower.