Land of the Elite

Take the vertical road in your sleep
Up to the mountain home of the Elite.
Along the highway you'll see
The Gothic skyscraper hotel.
Its buttresses are ornate,
It's pointed arches intricate.
But don't go inside.
The rooms smell like cabbage
And the staircase is rickety.

Further on is the futuristic mall.
It's sleek and eloquent
But inside the walls, the shoppers are grotesque
And purchase inscrutably.

Then there's the village
Full of beautiful mansions--
All architectural wonders, if not anomalies.
Look from the outside, but don't get too near.
The owners are private and live in fear.

There's a party at Roderick's mansion tonight.
It's full of debauchery, gambling and wine.
The women wear satin and precious jewels
And laugh at cruel jokes
Made at the expense of hired fools.
The poets quote Shakespeare
When simple laughter would do,
And the men smoke cigars ,
And tell stories from their youth.

You can stay in the Land of the Elite all night
And wait for the sun to rise.
When it does, you awaken
And remember it all,
Tears of rage in your eyes.