I haven’t forgotten your plastic incredulity

as you maintain that a person can live on seven pounds a day,

I just don’t want you to think that just because

the mere mortals, the poor, the generous hearted,

those that work  to keep you in the lifestyle

of your choosing

the lifestyle of the miserable and the man who misses the whip

that  he could have used in days gone past in the plantation

as he rides over the emotion of the down at heel or

perhaps more likely he wishes with some girlish glee