Poem: The Abiding Benefit of Employing Servants
Betters all mankind, not just me.
Look, the man who drives my car
Was born unlucky, not a star
Like me and Angie, Anne and Mike,
All us worthy of your thumbs-up “like.”
Born unlovely, brownish gnome
With moles unsightly, hair unkempt,
She’s never loved nor even slept
With a charismatic VIP
(Speaking only theoretically).
And I can bear the taunts of “jerk,”
Because, you see, I know the truth.
Three things we covet quite more than youth:
Power, wealth, and celebrity.
Now, don’t you wish that you were me?