Wednesday, October 7, 2015


The old rich man whispered into his grandson’s ear,
“I’ve had many friends
and even more enemies.
I’ve fought with my fists
fought with my words
and though I’ve lost many times
I've won when it mattered.

Now I have 4 houses
my own plane
my own golf course, a whole 18 holes,
12 cars, each more pricey than the last, and
enough money to feed a small country for years.

I’ve fucked golden women
on golden beaches
turned those beaches black with oil
and had 4 wives to boot

but you, little Jimmy,
you will inherit non of this.

You shall inherit the wasteland.”

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