My art and furniture
will grow in value
and yield tax deductions
when I finally donate
them to museums or
charity auctions,
while your pressboard,
steel and posters will
crumble or rust
into worthless dust.
My office art is
tastefully framed and
and professionally lit.
There might also be
portraits of my family
or chummy photos of
politicians we have bought,
but none of my mistresses.
HR cubicle police patrol
your dividers for
pinups, bad jokes,
and unsafe objects
hung from the ceiling.
I tour the world
stimulated by myriad
cultures and invest in
high quality crafts,
while you settle
for a scrap of pseudo
beach on which to tan
and find escape,
trade postcards, and
buy souvenirs that
will clutter garage
sales or Goodwill.
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