The Vault
Somewhen in time there is a man in a chair he is smiling there
he has no despair or wants or needs or anything to do with useless breeds he waits on no one he commands them all they sit when they are not needed they sit in his hall and play canasta or jack or just sit
and think he pays them to keep all his money so slick in his vault.
He drinks he drinks no wine or cheap beers he partees with his liquors
and a box of very expensive and spendy cigars.
He has wars in his thinking he erupts from his chair
“was that 14 or 17 million down there?”
they laugh and they smirk and they cackle with glee?
Mr. Rich Mon “does it matter what's down in that vault?”
You only have ONE lifetime you can't possibly drink or even eat it all?
”SHUT up you are all fired now get out."
For this is rally what a rich man does he fires the lot.
He lives for the vault.
