Don Kloss - Those People

Those People
 
I never wanted any more than I could fit into my head- Dave Grohl, Monkey Wrench
 
They want a McMansion, with a pool and hot tub on 25 acres.
They want a summer home on the beach at the Outer Banks.
They want a house keeper, cook, gardener, and nanny.
They want a Land Rover, Porshe Cayane, or Mercedes.
They want the best private schools for their kids.
They want bodies and faces like gods, and a bank account
so large, the bank manager himself comes to cut their lawn.
They want Caribbean cruises, and world vacations.
They want to have celebrity actors, musicians, artists,
designers, and authors for friends. They want jewelry
that startles. One day, a chauffeur, a large yacht moored
at a private dock, a helicopter, a private beach.
They want to always be happy and healthy, and never die.

All I want is a twenty-four-hour Taco Bell.




Don Kloss is a 60-year-old poet, musician, and songwriter. He is a New Jersey transplant from rural Ohio. His poems have been published twenty-five times in journals, chapbooks, and online. He has had poems nominated for Best of The Net four times. His chapbook, Big Time, was published in 2006. He currently has a video series on You Tube titled, Don Kloss- Poetry In The Kitchen.

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