A Mind Numbing Rant

Rich girls are like mosquitoes,
they get their bellies full of blood
and don't realize they've stung
until they're smacked dead. I wish
I had Marilyn Monroe's curves,
but then again
I'd be considered an elephant. I'd
smell like coconut oil, and live
in the Hollywood Hills, using
my field of green
to buy soft black velvet shoes.

I wonder what it would be like
to taste caviar - I don't like
slippery things. It would probably
make my breath smell
like dirty socks. I'd tell people
caviar is originally Iranian
and say "Wahman" (Good Mind)
as they handed me a breath mint.
The I'd show them my
"bling-bling", watching
as their eyes grow blind
from my SAC initial chain around my neck.

I'd scream,
"The SAC-meister did it again!" As I'd
run from the table, hearing mutters of
"How absurd!" and "ruthless!"
behind me. Then I'd hop
into my parked private jet -
an SR71 spy plane, and fly to Vegas.
the overpaid card dealer from hell
would give me back all the money he took.
He'd marry me and present a supply
of never ending lottery tickets,
expensive wine
and cheap cigars.

I'd take the cigars, and
build seedy model castles out of them.
They would each become corners
to my new found country - my "bun-kadag" (home),
and join their hands allowing nothing
to pass through their
guarded gates. Then I'd stand,
strictly upright on one of those cigar towers
and yell obscenities - a caviar eating,
Marilyn Monroe look-alike with
SAC initials and lots
of expensive looking jewelry.