How Vain And Arrogant... Poem by Margaret Alice

Why am I always sad when I’ve read about
Paris Hilton, when people argue that she
is pretty and empty-headed, yet
what chance did she ever have
of filling her head with anything else
than sunshine and boredom and glamour -
Why do people blame brats when
it is those in charge of their education
that should really be taken to task,
how could she become anything else
with no NEED to work, no desire ever
unfulfilled – it reminds me of
a book by Agatha Christie – about
a special agency arranging to fulfil
people’s strange fantasies – such as
a rich person dreaming of poverty
and overcoming the challenges of it,
the book was a treat – so why
cannot Paris be led to such an end,
how can she ever know anything
if she has never known anything else –
Don’t blame her, I feel such sorrow
on thinking how boring life must be
when you are totally free without
any guidelines on how to make use of it
to benefit yourself or any others
and the motivation to work on
a great, overpowering passion…
How would YOU and I have managed
such a difficult challenge? I shudder
to think how vain and arrogant
such money and power would have
made me – and you?