I never felt poor until I entered this house

Where in the shadows

Lurked a scary air

Of superiority

A person of the people

I walked into this mansion

Resentful that this wealth

Isn’t available to the majority

More rooms than they could count

Filled not with furniture

But with cobwebs, egos and secrets

In each room

You could see your breath

In the chill

I thought I was above it all

But then all the sudden

The garishness became glamor

That chair is guilded!

That portrait is grand!

Ascend the social ladder

I will!

Oh shoot

I thought I was stronger than this

With wealth I never thought I’d get

Obsessed

But once the beauty of money was exposed

You know how it goes

I didn’t just buy into it

I was possessed