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(foolish dribbles to be written at uncertain times, on an irregular basis, from uncertain sections of the ever expending universe, and from whatever dimension I-We-Us-Them might find ourselves/ myself in …)

Monday, January 31, 2005

THE MILLIONAIRE 


The millionaire
wanted to impress the people
because he hadn’t always been
a millionaire
and he bought a sailboat
even though he got sea sick
just thinking about it.

The millionaire
had an Italian super race car
with which he raced
from port to port
so as not to get sick on his sailboat
he couldn’t sail on.

The millionaire
hired a captain to sail his sailboat
from port to port
and meet him there
because the millionaire
couldn’t go out more than three feet
into the bay
without spilling his diner on his girlfriend.

The millionaire
bought a sailboat and had the captain anchor it
on the French Riviera
so he could play
the millionaire playboy
with a sailboat
having fancy parties
with lots of wine
with lots of pretty people
drinking his wine
and eating his food
and taking all the rest.

The millionaire
never understood
how he became a millionaire
because he was born a peasant
and somehow
still managed to amass all that money
starting out with a small car rental
agency
and got so far into money ownership
he could buy himself
a sailboat to get sick on
a fast car to forget with
and a pretty wife who slept with the captain.
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