And You Call Yourself 'Filthy Rich'? Poem by Nick Kler

You really have to go down
To pass through to the other side
Of these mighty, debilitating large sewers

You must go down
Through the grungy part of town
Where you meet people with no lungs
Wait! But you have to dive down further
Where no mankind can ever exist
And there you fetch for yourself
A hand full of money and a bucket full of hay
And you do this every day

Now you come here, all dressed up in black
Demanding for yourself
A table with a view
Calling yourself 'Filthy rich'?

Nick Kler