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On Tour Bus 6, Newport, R. I.
by Ken HarnischEnsconced in this bus
In Newport, I am
Intrigued and astonished
By the vast wealth before me
And wonder why the rich lost
All sense of noblisse oblige
That made them, at least,
Worthy of my respect
Not the fault of the Vanderbilts
Or the Carnegies, I realize;
Only the newbeats
Who followed them
Up I-95 and made their money
In Darwinian fashion
Speaking loudly the virtues of capitalism
While crushing lesser folk
Like Stalin in the gulags
But thinking that blasphemy
Is impertinent of me;
Quite politically incorrect.
Because I know
There but for the grace of God
And a father named Trent
And a mother named Buffy
Go I.
10/24/2009 Posted on 10/24/2009
Copyright © 2025 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Brian Francis on 10/29/09 at 03:50 AM Love it -- the words, the message, and the overall character of the piece. God bless Trent and Buffy. Thanks for the good read. -- peace bf |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 04/28/10 at 09:04 AM Great poem here, I just love the ranging arc, moving from up close and present locality to a wide scope of place/period personages/movements, and then back to the personal...all amidst imagery and thoughtful introspection...a pleasure, peace, jewels xo |
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