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It could never happen to you.

Contributed by softerware on Saturday, 17th October 2015 @ 12:55:17 AM in AEST
Topic: fictional

The story that you read below
May not be the way it goes;
If it seems familiar though;
The Enquirer told us so!

Imagine if you only could;
Have all the money that you would;
Dough enough that you could burn it;
Never spend a day to earn it!

It just piles up in the bank;
Bestowing you amazing rank;
Your credit scores pay such respect
That few stand next to you erect!

Charities abound around you;
Those in need have finally found you.
And the only way to hide;
Is to opt to stay inside!

Hire someone to get the door;
Handle phonecalls, mail, and more.
Til you have a full staff giving;
Counting on you for a living!

Friends from nowhere join the throng;
Come to party, drink, and spawn.
Your mail is screened for cash requests;
Things that tick and verbal threats.

Insurance wants the house alarmed;
And security that’s armed;
They have no intent to pay;
For anything that slips away.

Now you have a guarded gate;
Cameras watching guests who wait;
If they fail the staff’s approval;
Friends are subject to removal.

The garage is full of limosines;
Plus folks to drive and keep them clean.
They’ll take you where you want to go;
But you can’t drive one; no, no no!

Doesn’t leave you much to do;
When someone cooks and cleans for you;
Yet every one that you have hired;
Harbors fears that they’ll be fired.

They’re all afraid to speak to you;
You hire someone to do that too.
And although it’s quite essential;
That their friendship’s confidential;

They soon pen a tell-all book;
Publish it on Kindle nook;
You’re villified in black and white;
And not a word of it is right.

Your lawyer knows just what to do;
He advises not to sue;
Says these things are best unfought;
Bills you for his ex-wife’s yacht.

Just to keep you safe from danger;
You live in a house of strangers!
There is nowhere you can go;
Without an entourage in tow.

Except the bathroom or to bed;
(Where the famous are found dead!)
Just the thought keeps you awake;
Sleeping pills fix that mistake.

Look outside and ever after;
You can hear the children’s laughter;
In the sunshine, grown ups jog;
You watch TV with your dog.

Safe, sequestered, staying home;
Protected like the things you own;
With nothing left to do but wait;
Til Death walks silent through the gates.

Copyright © softerware ... [ 2015-10-17 00:55:17]
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Re: It could never happen to you. (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 17th October 2015 @ 03:44:32 AM AEST
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Ah, the prison of wealth. It is quite extraordinary how you seem to, effortlessly, convert your thoughts to such perfect rhyme and rhythm( I know it's not effortless, winks). I'm happy in obscurity, in my hovel where I can forget to lock the back door and feel it didn't really matter. Yep, you are a sage.

Re: It could never happen to you. (User Rating: 1 )
by JamesStockdale on Saturday, 17th October 2015 @ 10:44:45 AM AEST
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Great poem.
People fail to realize with wealth comes endless responsibilities. Often it can isolate and absorb you and destroy lesser mortals........
Another superb poem from YOU!


Re: It could never happen to you. (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 17th October 2015 @ 08:53:29 PM AEST
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Contentment is more valuable than riches. If you're insatiable then no amount of wealth would appease you but if you're austere then you can find Contentment in the little things

Re: It could never happen to you. (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 18th October 2015 @ 12:54:06 AM AEST
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Okay, okay, I give up. I want to wake up now!!!!

It's not quite the way I imagined it. I'd talk to the help , maybe help them too. Limousines, no, not me or you!

Thank you!!!

Sir Timotheus

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