Puppies and kittens, tumble and play Little bellies, tiny paws, day after day Butterflies float, in leisure Paths, they soar and glide. Books of all kinds, vines on the shelves In the crevices, the corners - breathes That they take to keep the Shelves alive They smell of freesia, roses, and honey Suckle, bees suckling on pollen, No fear of a sting anywhere. If you walk down the path, a little Ways down, there is a local shop Where you can buy chocolate, gummies And booze of every kind. Is paradise not The absence of need, every.single.one fulfilled? What do you need retail therapy for, they say? “Because I’m Rich and I finally can.” Everyone rides a bike, rolling down Memory lanes and up their boulevards. Not a creature or plant grows without Your hands. assisting, touching Lifting them up. We are all essential. Rotating schedules, so every gets a turn To serve the others only once a year. Hot bubble baths and wagyu steaks for dinner - fresh sushi, fried chicken, And Roasted duck. Quail eggs, turkey bacon Pork sausage, and cheesecake pancakes For breakfast. What about budgets, they say? “Because I’m Rich and I finally can.” Family lives next door, therapy is mandatory. Kindness is Law, stop it with the toxicity Already it is time to sit down together. To break Bread and generational curses. This world Is incapable of existing without the love and respect of the past, good or bad. All hatred is outlawed I am at peace with my history, accepting of The present, enthused for the future. “Don’t you think this is a bit much,” they say? “Because I’m Rich and I finally can.”