What Am I

People look at my golden rays
And doubt my richness unlimited
Though I don’t work nor do any business
But I own such a real estate.
Impossible to get proofs
That I have the black money.

But I do write a cheque
Of the pleasant evenings
By plunging into the ocean
And pay my revenue taxes
I even get rebates from
Stars, Moon, Earth moving around.

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introspectionmysteryfree verse

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Victoria Anderson-Throop

January 8, 2013 at 1:23 AM

creative concept 'how he owns such a real estate..." very nicely done.... like the rebate line, too!

Joe Maverick

December 13, 2012 at 1:54 PM

Enjoyed reading this Dr Ram; its a sign Of the times with the" poor" old Sun paying taxes.."

Poet Destroyer A

November 21, 2012 at 8:31 PM

Dr Ram,, Stopping by to greet you and every other soup poet, with a special thank you comment, during this wonderful Thanksgiving season. Hope you do not mind the time I am taking to express my sincere appreciation for any support you have offered during the years, or time you have been here on the soup. I am deeply thankful and extend to you my best wishes for a happy and healthy Poetic Magical Thanksgiving Day. *Always & Forever, the Poet Destroyer; -*