Upscale Poem

Is your house the monster that ate
Your Space

and licked up every piece of Your Mind
you don't keep at the office--

still hungry,
chews your heart

while the furniture
snickers

and your car talks
behind your back--

Harvard should have told you,
The Dweller must be worthy of The House.

This poem is worth a cloud,
you can have it for $750,000.

Put it on a coffee table
or other altar--

and your house will feel good
about its self--

While your sex life
perks,

muscle tone improves,
you sleep without pills

and anyone can see,

you are Very Rich

and a Real Person
too.

--Robert Anthony