Pomposity

The Perfect life, a wife half his age Their house grand, with a zip code to match No hawkers, appointments only The library full of Shakespeare Never opened, for it’s the show that counts Dinner Parties, A new painting Purchased, because we can, A favourite phrase for American wealth, Pompous talk of Wine and Poetry Vinegar, and Plagiarism their only worth, Still the new boob job to admire The children, off to England, Trophy kids, Breast fed by American Express. The Debutants Ball awaits them And a hoorah Henry wedding their destiny Church on Sunday New money at the front The old money sitting in the private pew God for sale, And the greenback will mop the saint’s brow Even in death a grand memorial But decay gives no privilege Let’s hope the pearly gates are the right colour And god has the right zip code For pomposity, might just send them to the wrong house.