Gold plated taps <br />dispense gold plated water <br />baths with gold plated soap suds? <br />yet producing the same <br />scum of green back arrogance <br />and shine. <br /> <br />The blue black lambhorgini <br />controlled by road signs and speed limits <br />but the ego driving the wheel <br />cannot understand <br />four wheels and an engine <br />bursting its brain in the undercarriage <br />collecting accident cold hard stares <br /> <br />All those lovely women <br />don't love you - lover <br />its the cars and the feeling <br />the shades of pink and purple <br />that drive their own ecstacies <br />up the wall of your waiting <br /> <br />Tonight <br />you will sleep alone <br />wondering where your woman went? <br />Don't ask me. I don't know. <br />a jackass from a man-eating tiger. <br /> <br />Author Notes <br />OK. <br />© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, a month ag<br /><br />Marshall Gass<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/affluence/
