Aggravating
The super-rich
keep drifting and nesting,
cuddling and counting
in their forest of wealth.
They never ask for directions,
content to be lost.
Inside their own star-charts,
contemplating
the next private yacht vacation,
instead of letting
their hearts wander
somewhere,
picking blueberries
with blistered palms.
For them,
even imagining such a life
must be aggravating.