Rich Kids
Rich Kids
For whom summer will always be a verb.
Philips Exeter, lacrosse, sailing off the Cape.
Taken aside by suddenly earnest fathers
To be told of what they can expect to inherit.
Up until then money was never mentioned.
It was the green oxygen they breathed.
Money will allow them to see the world
But at the same time blind them to it.
The girls they marry, from prominent families,
Will have money too, but not as much of it.
One day, having become fathers themselves,
They’ll ask their sons to follow them into the den
To tell them what they can expect to inherit,
Sons for whom summer will always be a verb.
Boom!!!💥