A rich life means more to some

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


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


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