through
the death of parents,
the selling
off of property,
of things the dead
leave behind.
a fat inheritance,
a law suit or two
along the way
added to his accounts
and he
lived just fine.
he rarely worked
at anything,
but he was always
in the best
of ways.
never short of anything.
and as you slaved
away
at your daily grind,
for your crust of bread,
you wondered
whose life was better,
his or mine.
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