Wall Street Poet Guest Poem

Song of a Smug Millionaire

By Emily R

I celebrate my money, and sing of my money
And what I assume, you shall assume
For every dollar belonging to me...does not belong to you

I loaf and delight my soul
I invest and digest at my ease drinking daiquiri in frosted glass

My wealth, every penny of my currency, form'd from this Mint, this Treasury,
Stored here in Banks founded here, by Presidents the same, and their Presidents the same
I, now climbing to social prestige, in perfect health begin,
Hoping my shares decrease not till death...