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It All Adds Up

I am the sum of my endeavour’s.
Forever a successful man who drives a fancy car,
replete with hydraulic parts,
pot hole scanner,
tanned interior of Saddletan Luxhill leather
enclosing weather proofed wool plaid,
fixed in place with diamond crusted ivory studs,
customised wood dash board.
I can afford it all and all is good.
Am i tempted to wave
towards the crowd wandering in disarray.
No way!
That would violate my mantra.
Never tantalise taunt or flaunt.
So I sit behind my smoked glass window,
toasting my good fortune, knowing it all adds up.

27 Sep 18

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