Bobby Bolt declines <br />invitations and dines <br />by himself on silver plates <br />behind electrified gates. <br /> <br />Tawny port or ruby: <br />What would it be? <br />was the toughest decision <br />he would ever see. <br /> <br />Bobby Bolt, who has never been poor, <br />always orders the soup du jour <br />at the finest eating places <br />and never misplaces <br /> <br />his napkin. Open your gates, <br />Bobby Bolt before it’s too late. <br />Your wealth and excess <br />have bought you only loneliness<br /><br />Sonny Rainshine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rich-man-s-rag/
