Super Rich

All money in the world has become mine my coffers are all bursting at the seams Can't count it, for I do not have the time I know there's more than in my wildest dreams. There's gold dust all around me, everywhere not stacked up in a vault in tidy bars to step upon it barefoot I never dare this unforgiving surface, planet Mars. Refuge I've taken here my tent I pitched more Oxygen and food sent every week we order it online, we super rich to those with less than me I do not speak. My telescope is aimed straight at the Earth where everyone is poor, all day they moan whilst I who could not ever wish for more must sit here day by day and wish alone. For contest 'If you were rich, where would you live and why?' Sponsor Mystic Rose 20th October 2015