The Rich Son's Journey Poem by chris schwartz

Painted herself pretty
Found her way
Into the pocket
Of a rich, young man
He bought her
Everything
Except a heart of gold.
Her sexy smile
Held the wisdom of
A bitch
He'd like to throw
His dagger of gold into.
But fortune
Don't allow
Him to cave
Into the luxury
Of those who
Are normal.
Sails out to sea
With his crew,
And his fortune,
Clients, drinking the wine
Of his youth.
Docks the ship
And climbs
To his mansion
Top the stairs,
Pours a bourbon
In a shallow glass
Like he did
The night before.
His father
Left him
With this nightmare.
Damned, the expectations!
Just want to live free,
Just want to be young.
Here's the money,
My dear, beloved son.