Rich men

sorenbarrett

Drunk on a cigar, aroma of aged leaves smoldering tar, its point a glowing star
Wavering smoke drifts, leaning against walls lifts in the back of the bar
Fragrances meld between fingers held, hugging drooping gray ash
Rolled bills the nose fills with the intoxicating perfume of burning cash

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  • orchidee

    KP smokes cigars. She makes them out of rolled up paper money that I earn! Doh!

    • 2781

      There was a fellow named Rude ?. He spoke of this tough woman who rolled her own something? and kickstarted something else.. it was so long ago. I don\'t remember if they were cigars? But I do like the smell of them.

      • sorenbarrett

        Thanks Orchi I appreciate the read. She is being considerate in that real cigars cost more than smoking money

      • Teddy.15

        I know rich men who aren't like this, but yes the fat cat ones it's a perfect description 🌹

        • sorenbarrett

          Thank you so much Teddy for the read and comment, Yes meant as a stereotype or cliche it is a metaphor for waste of the wealthy

        • Lorenz

          '' I realize ,of course ,it's not a shame to be poor .But it's not great honor either ..I am just a kind of poet with a small fortune ! ''

          • sorenbarrett

            Thanks Lorenz for the read and comment it seems that your fortune lies in your pen.

          • Katie B.

            Love it Soren! "Intoxicating perfume of burning cash" excellent.

            • sorenbarrett

              Thank you so much Katie for the read and comment it is most appreciated

            • Tristan Robert Lange

              Soren, this balances allure and critique… the atmosphere draws you in, but the imagery exposes what’s beneath it. That final turn leaves a strong impression. Excellent piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

              • sorenbarrett

                A humble thanks Tristan and I knew that you would see it for what it was. Most appreciated

              • Friendship

                Your poem explores themes of wealth, indulgence, and the sensory experience of excess. It subtly critiques the hedonistic lifestyle of the wealthy, illustrating how they revel in their luxuries—represented by cigars and money—while also hinting at the emptiness behind such indulgence.

                • sorenbarrett

                  Thank you Friendship once again you have seen the meaning and interpreted it correctly thank you so much for the read and comment

                • orchidee

                  Doh! KP says to me: 'Yep, I'm burning up your paper money with rolling my cigars. Dunno why you complain? Doesn't it say somewhere: 'Don't store up treasure on earth, where moth and rust corrupt it? I'm only trying to keep you from becoming greedily rich!'
                  And yet all that's in my wallet is moths, each time I open it now. lol.

                  • sorenbarrett

                    Thank you Orchis for the read and comment yes you got it right. Only moths but they make a wonderful stew



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