You don't get it, do you? You still think your money is your merit, your mansion is high fashion, your limousine the only car you'll never have to drive , your wife only a trophy. These falsehoods are like thick pieces of prime rib; you suffer from emotional and physical gout. I shout, but you don't hear me. You are spiritually deaf. Your worth is deep within you, but buried by layers and layers of fat and fatuous values. At the Country Club, you are not bothered by blacks and latinos and Jews. Your only tenet is to keep your left arm straight. You consecrate Red Label instead of red wine. You cheat when playing poker, but it's OK because no one notices. You take a shower, but use no soap. What the ****! Who cares? I am above all others! I'll take a Mulligan on that last shot. Boy, get me another ball!
Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate his entire life. He recently finished his novel, A CHILD FOR AMARANTH.