Poker Night with the Cabal
Men wearing plastic pig-snouts sit at an oval table
playing poker with cards of hammered gold,
betting with chips of minted rose gold and platinum,
laughing and shouting as fortunes change hands
in a single go. Much to admire, indeed—how bold
they are! these Einsteins of finance and technology,
these present and future lords of the commons
these chieftains of the airwaves and the very air.
Raise your rough glasses to them, menial minions,
they have acquired what you only weakly fancy.
Their wealth evidences their virtue, your penury
speaks for itself—your grasping and whining
speak volumes. Let the masters of reality enjoy
their game without your tongue-worn aspersions.
Sit back and behold how easily they handle gold.
And know that in your hands the gold would burn.