RICH MAN POOR MAN

RICH MAN POOR MAN

The rich man has to have everything so perfect from his toes to his face.

No wrinkles in sight, always clean and shiny, not even a hair out of place.

The poor man has lines of wisdom that run across his face like a map.

You can look in his eyes and see the knowledge there on tap.

The rich man takes what he doesn’t need, just because he can and it's fun.

He takes all that he can from those in need, and then tosses them to the side when he's done.

The poor man is in plain sight, but no one really wants to see.

You never know what's going to happen in life, that poor man could be you or me.

The rich man thinks everyone owes him for the right to be in his sight.

The rich man thinks that everyone else is wrong and only he is right.

The poor man, just to talk to the rich man has to get on a list.

And when the poor man is gone, by the rich man, he will never be missed.

 The rich man feels that he has to show you what he's got.

He feels he needs to show you where he stays at the top.

The poor man doesn't have anything to show because he doesn’t have a lot.

No place to go, even after he dies, not even a plot.

The rich man with all his money just wants more.

If he sees a poor man, he just shuts the door.

The poor man just wants his own little place.

He wants to have a little of the good life; maybe just a taste.

The rich man has never had to worry about if he could pay his bills.

He wants to be in the fast lane looking for all the wild thrills.

The poor man struggles just to make ends meet.

He works twelve hours a day standing on his feet.

The rich man always moving going to and fro

Has made his plans and knows where he wants to go.

The poor man’s plans are as simple as it goes;

He wants to make it through the day and that's all he knows.

The rich man with his cars, yachts, and planes,

Worries about everything 'till he's almost insane.

The poor man gets around by walking and thumbing, or the best way that he can find.

But at the end of the day, after all is said and done, the poor man has more peace of mind.

STANLEY HENDRIX

02/27/09

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                MARDI GRAS

 

 

Mardi Gras is the greatest show in the world, and it’s free.

This show can get a little crazy, but it’s for regular people like you and me.

You can walk miles on the parade route until you get a blister.

To join in and be part of the show, all you have to say is, throw me somethin’ mister.

 

You get there early to get a spot up front for you to stay,

Then the parade gets close, and a sea of bodies washes you away.

There are pretty girls, bands, and floats that throw doubloons, cups, and beads.

There are hot dogs, peanuts, and cotton candy, but there may not be a place to pee.

 

As the floats pass, throw me somethin’ mister, is all you have to say.

Just have fun, and you’ll have loads of Mardi Gras trinkets by the end of the day.

But if you want the good stuff, something better than the rest,

All you have to do is show your breasts.

 

Mardi Gras is not for the shy and is not for the meek.

The crowds will pack you in shoulder to shoulder and cheek to cheek.

To catch the throws, you might have to jump high, and you might have to get low.

As you pursue your treasure, someone will take it from your fingertips if you move too slow.

 

 Mardi Gras is a time when you can dress up and be whatever you want to be.

You can be a king or a queen, a cowboy, a stripper; you can be your wildest fantasy.

At Mardi Gras, you can play and do what you need to set yourself free.

What happens at Mardi Gras stays at Mardi Gras, and that is the key.

 

You can dance to the music of the bands as they march on by.

You can stand on a ladder so you can reach up high.

You can get up early, get a spot, and catch the parade where it begins.

Then, you can move down the road, maneuver through the crowd, and catch it all again.

 

Parades can be found on the Westbank, with plenty to see.

Across the river, fun can be had walking the streets of old Metairie.

If you want to catch a coconut from Zulu or toast King Rex, then uptown is the place to be.

If you want something wild, take a walk down Bourbon Street and see breasts for free.

 

Mardi Gras is about having fun; you can be part of the show or just watch the sights.

No matter what part of town you choose to party, like Cinderella, Fat Tuesday ends at midnight.

Whether you were in the middle of the crowds or walking the parade like it was a stroll,

Do what the Cajuns say; “Laissez Le Bon Temps Roulez,” let the good times roll.

STANLEY HENDRIX

02/24/09

My book of poems "DEEP DARK SECRETS" is available online at WWW.PUBLISHAMERICA.COM, WWW.BOOKSAMILLION.COM, WWW.BARNESANDNOBLE.COM, WWW.AMAZON.COM,and WWW.BORDERS.COM