By: David W. Clare

The richer they are the harder they cry...

How happy is he who has no money
Sounds funny?

Once upon a time a rich old lady I knew in Beverly Hills

She saw dirt upon her fancy floors where none existed...

Bitterly, she yelled and insisted to her brow-beaten maids...

I had to defend as she pretends ...there must be dirt upon her floor...

Yea, indeed there was dirt upon the floor, the floors of her mind were contaminated with filth...

The Love Boat she invented soon sank to her drowning in not so wealthy Titanic oceanic dirt ridden mud and shark infested floors...

The anagram for...
Beverly Hills = Shrivel Belly

Hotel California = Oh, I fornicate all


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