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Feb 2012
I dreamed last night
I was rich and famous
glowing with love
radiant with money;
I don’t know how I hit jackpot
but the riches and love sure hit me

and my lackeys
they gathered round
and after some reverence
and obeisance
(some revived from ancient customs
as befitting a man they deemed
heir to the riches of
China, India and Japan)
they all said:
“Honorable Lord,
what shall we do
with your boundless fame
and your untold wealth? ”


“Give my wealth, ”
I declared, “to the 1%
cos Obama plans to tax them more
And give my fame
to the anonymous 99%
cos they obviously crave for attention
And I myself,"
I said,
“shall retire into Monastery Zen“

sure, wise guys, it was all but a dream;
and subsequently my wife woke me up
with the wham! of a broom
“Get up! ” she screamed
*“Go forth and get a job -
and stay away from those
lazy Occupy-This-City-and-that-City people! ”
...just a dream...don't take it too seriously - except, I'm not sure about that "'wham' of a broom"...how come it still hurts if it were just a dream?...
Raj Arumugam
Written by
Raj Arumugam  Australia
(Australia)   
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   JA Doetsch, --- and Bernadette
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