flip flops are hard to run in
but not as hard
as being chased
by a barefoot cougar
I'll just stay in the cabana
until I can walk cool
in my boots
mafiosos don't wear
bermuda shorts
I'm not Italian, but
neither do I
I'll just stay in the cabana
until I can walk cool
in my boots
and jeans
I do like sunglasses
kinda' hollywood flyboy style
but those sun visors
got to go
I'll just stay in the cabana
til I can walk cool
in my boots,
jeans and
custom shades
parasol'd drinks
under tropical umbrellas
taste like sun block
and tanning butter
so I'll just stay in my cabana
'til I can walk cool
in my boots
jeans
shades
and a tall cold bottle of beer
I can't wait to get home
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Me and you would be...
cool together in our jeans, your boots, my mocs and our raybans. I like ale but could stand a couple of shots of tequila, Shit, we could just stay in the cabana and get wasted! #%#& them yuppies anyway! ~ Gee.
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I hear you brother!
I hear you brother!
but have to admit I no longer drink
I used to, a lot!
but it started to get in the way
so I let it go...42 years ago Today...Hooray!!!
We should celebrate....uh, scrap that.
fuck them yuppies anyway
were on the same wave length about that
Congratulations...
on your sobriety. I don't drink much anymore, I have glaucoma and it's a no-no. I do have a couple of belts now and then, but mostly on real special occasions. Like you, I don't have a problem with any class of people, rich or poor. What I do have a problem with, is those you describe and the people that do whatever the rest of their clique are doing, just because it's the in thing to do. Drive the right car, drink the right drink and all the rest. ~ Gee.
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How many people
On reaching 'paradise ' think this. Lol.
I did once, in Sardinia. Very Aga Khan, very mafiosa, very dripping in money.
I was so out of place in my Marks&Sparks shorts and matching tshirt, stuck to me with sweat. It was verrrry hot, but rich people don't seem to sweat. Maybe they have their sweat glands removed in some secret social hierarchical procedure.
I do drink and even Prosecco couldn't make it alright.
A good poem, well constructed Very much enjoyed
Jx
hey Jx
A man, or woman, getting rich doesn't bother me. They are probably hard working, innovative people with a good work ethic... however their spouse, or children, or grandchildren act as if they were the ones that earned some kind of entitlement...that's where I have a problem...and also those people that go on vacation and pretend they are uppity high class for a week or two, but are just average schlubs the rest of the year.
Oh, what to do! Actually I have no problems with any "class", I just would rather be alone, and a tropical vacation plan is now tantamount to planing a nightmare.
the structure just happened, and I thought it kind of interesting to play with
thank you, Jane.
I don't have a problem
With your average rich person, if they've worked hard, then all credit to them.
I am uncomfortable with some of the rich I've come across. Sardinia the holiday destination that I mentioned being a prime example. These weren't just rich, they were beyond rich. The playground of the Agah Khan and a lot of Maffia heads for starters. That kind of money doesn't happen by working hard at the office. Organised crime money is something I'm very uncomfortable with. I remember looking at the boats in the ports on Costa Smeralda. These weren't just floating gin palaces, they were vessels worth many millions of dollars, belonging to very powerful men. Their wives/girlfriends were all dressed in couture not off the peg either and wondered around from one Chanel shop to the next Prada and so on. Their clothes came straight off the Paris catwalks. These were the women that didn't seem to sweat, even in tremendous heat. They didn't look very happy either.
I was only about a million miles out of my comfort zone in my store bought,matching shorts and tee shirt - haha.
That kind of wealth makes me uncomfortable.
Places like Sardinia are paradises, but how many of those sort of visitors will see through their hideously expensive sunglasses, to see that.
Ummmm there may be a poem here ......,,, lol.
Jx
Nowadays this sort of holiday is also a nightmare to me. I would rather be in my caravan, with Mick and my dog, in remote but beautiful spots, where we can just enjoy the location, without the hordes. Which brings us back to your poem.