FOR NAN MOONEY

“She worries that a life of quality
Has faltered for the middle class.
I say to hell with her. Her polity
Demands it gets a boarding pass
To piggyback upon my riches!
To hell with them, the sons-of-bitches!
Who cares I built a second home
That’s larger than the Astrodome.
I’m so much richer than my parents;
Though, true, I started with a lot.
But, Mooney, here’s some food for thought-
By struggle, hard work, and forbearance,
I’ve risen. So don’t bellyache.
The middle class… Let them eat cake.”