RIP

If this poem makes you even a little bit uncomfortable, I've probably achieved my aim.

Who gives a rip
that you live in a 24 billion condominium?
It all ends on the marble inscribed with your RIP.
And it's irrelevant then that millions of fans come to pay you their last respect in a stadium.

Who cares that you cruise around in a Maybach
when you haven't made enough contribution to human welfare like Barch? You're too morally laid back.

You're overdosing on stuffed chicken, pastries and relaxing with puffs of weed.
You're walking around like a tin god escorted by muscular angels imported to secure the gains of your greed.

There's squalor all around you and hunger and wasting youths but you're so securely entombed in your expensive tube you don't fear trouble.
Hope you get a rude awakening on the day those 'scums' burst your bubble.

Don't feel insulted that they call you a fat frog living in ignorant bliss.
Stuffed with wealth like a pregnant woman.
You're so literally chocking on goodies you are not hearing the slitter and the hiss.
Beware the "ides of March" says the Roman.

Don't worry, your family will do their part by getting you a million dollar casket.
The world will mourn the demise of a titan but none of your six enstranged wives will bother to shed a tear.
All your eleven children will be anticipating the unveiling of your will and getting ready for the showdown with 24 century muskets.
Some will even toast your exit with a few bottles of beer.

Fans will praise your exploits with abandon
and the preacher will assure everyone that you've relocated to your heavenly mansion.

Hardly will you be locked in your expensive mausoleum
before your house transforms into a burning coliseum.
Your heirs will turn into gladiators and fight themselves to the death over the cold, gleaming heartless wealth you left behind.
Court cases will enrich predatory lawyers and the juicy details of your family scandals will enrich media houses and your legacy will be undermined.

When the dust clears after several years, no one will give a hoot about you.
More devious crooks would have replaced you.
Your accomplishments would have been overlooked.
You'll be nothing but a footnote in a history book.

Image Credit: dreamstine.com

Author's Note

We think at different levels. This isn't actually a subject of speculations for lot's of folks. Today I decided to meditate on this topic and just vent on it. Hope it makes you think on a different level

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

It's an excellent vent Akin... Your words are all powerful and so right on the mark. Yes those with rich pockets, those slime-balls who can show off their money and marry six times, lavish each wife....have lots of kids who go to private school.....buy fancy cars...those will never be remembered kindly, because when they die, their kids will fight over the will and the master will be totally forgotten... and not loved anymore by them.... those who don't give a damn about the "downtrodden" they will have no legacy and no one will remember either.... great topic and always well written!
Warmly, B

[Akinlolu]

You've always cared about the little people. Your insightful review is right on the money and well appreciated.
Akinlolu

[Betty Hermelee]

I do care about them, and I do volunteer work for abused kids in the court system
sort of an activist like you!
Warmly, B

[Akinlolu]

it's a splendid way to live. Cheers