I enjoy expensive luxuries
but loathe rich people
to clarify
it’s not the individuals
that I hate
but the state of being
the ostentatiousness
the entitlement that is emanated
granted
there is nothing more pleasing
than a handmade top-shelf cigar
an exquisite aged whiskey
or a meal fit for a king
the satisfaction
flavor and depth of each
exude a pleasure
that is incomparable
although
I have to work for
my upper echelon vices
sweating and grunting
lifting and moving
laboring and dying
making each indulgent experience
a truly special happening
but to the posh and affluent
it is a throwaway expense
never truly appreciated
just another
Gloomy Forebodings 