The Midas Touch

                            by Todd Outcalt

                            His office walls, littered with plaques,
                            Reveal the honors of his purse,
                            Their varied seals and signatures
                            A light among his artifacts.
                            His desk shines of mahogany,
                            His leather chair a lustrous hue
                            Announcing his plush revenue
                            Which he obtained through pedigree.
                            And yet for all his wealth and more
                            He guards in Swiss banks to retain,
                            He dreams large how he might obtain
                            A headline deal for his encore.
                            He lives each day complete, controlled,
                            Untouched, impoverished in gold.

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