(With apologies to AR)
Whenever he drives downtown
Envy is what we have for him
A princely look from sole to crown
Dark glasses, a glossy limousine
Always immaculately dressed up
He resembles human when he talks
Pulses flutter when he speaks up,
“Selamat Pagi!,” and with glitters he walks.
He is a filthy rich conglomerate
Admirably schooled at any rate:
Whatever means he has been taking
Indeed, we all wish that we were him.
Heaven only knows when there’ll be the light,
As we go without the meat and curse our site
Richard Cory Jr., every calm summer night,
Finds us one by one commit suicide.