Peter Lewis Holmes Poet Free verse

And When I'M Rich

And when I’m rich, I’ll have gold taps and teeth
a Harley, a Bentley, and a Cadillac too;

and I’ll pay three hookers to parade around the 
kitchen,  all morning, in the nude;  it’s  where I’m happiest

then in the afternoon, three ladies from the church will come,
to teach me about goodness, and how to cope without a drink
and a blowjob

and I’ll invite the establishment and the greens, in their faded 
blue jeans, to Carnegie Hall; and I’ll sit at a table with a cold beer,  
and a copy of  Guns and Ammo,  and I’ll stand up and say,
“OK, let’s have some fun, let’s write poetry, and if they couldn’t,
 I’d tell them, “that’s OK, Haiku, Rhymes, or verse will do.”

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David Fisher February 25, 2015 at 8:01 PM Sounds like a nice, honest assessment of being rich