Wealthy in austerity: A poem 

I have fanned my fire 

with an austerity of desire 

Held the horn of the rhino 

Tamed the bull in the rodeo 

This wrought iron will 

No connivance can distil 

Resilience fits the bill 

that even Satan can’t kill 

My soul is no carpetbagger 

Goliath can be exterminated with a mere dagger 

My veins have blood not lager 

I am not intoxicated by alms like a beggar 

An entreaty, a promise, a pot of gold 

can’t take away the ideals I uphold 

This is no breeding ground for a bargain 

that I reject time and time again