Class Act Revisited
A Class Act*
by Mark Worden
The rich man has his Porsche,
His ranch and his Lear Jet.
He gallivants in Switzerland
With a nameless amourette.
His doctor warns him he's Type-A
And prescribes serenity pills.
Two Harvard MBA's
Handle all the bills.
Though I stand in lines all day --
Though I have no livelihood --
Would I trade my squalid lot for his?
You bet your ass I would.
*This is a melancholy rehash of the Franklin P. Adams poem "The Rich Man," the present author having reached the conclusion late in life that there are some things squalor can't buy.
by Mark Worden
The rich man has his Porsche,
His ranch and his Lear Jet.
He gallivants in Switzerland
With a nameless amourette.
His doctor warns him he's Type-A
And prescribes serenity pills.
Two Harvard MBA's
Handle all the bills.
Though I stand in lines all day --
Though I have no livelihood --
Would I trade my squalid lot for his?
You bet your ass I would.
*This is a melancholy rehash of the Franklin P. Adams poem "The Rich Man," the present author having reached the conclusion late in life that there are some things squalor can't buy.
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