Humor Poem: At My Feet


Humor Poem: AT MY FEET

 

I am rich, my cabinets and closets are full

I have no needs my wallet is fat my belly full

All know my name and they wave as I pass

Banks call me, offering to me their petty games

My wife is in diamonds, my lady friends the same

 

I have my health, I am a genius in every possible way

With just a mere glance many a women do often faint

I own, I own, so off to work my petty puppets must go

Golf on the weekends and mornings, spa’s after noon

All kiss my ass and my ring to get to touch my feet

 

This world is my playground, I own many a woman and man

I have nothing more to wish for as I own all that I see

My wealth protects me, all the little people bow at my feet

How can this be, what the hell is this pain that I now feel

Light and white robes, you tell me to bow, surely you jest

 

This is all just a child’s story tell, for this can’t really be

I do protest, you put me in a line like I’m cattle or sheep

How dare you to tell me to be quiet and just wait my turn

I am the Top Card in The City and on Pennsylvania Way

Why is it so hot here, as I wait for them to bow at my feet?

 

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