For Christmas Praise to the Rich ...

And so, making clear in advance
I know there are miles ... between us;
and I reckon myself with the tramps,
which is a place of honour in the world.

Under the wheels of luxury, at
table with cripples and hunchbacks...
From the top of the bell-tower roof,               
I proclaim it:
I love the rich.

For their rotten, unsteady root
for the damage done in their cradle
for the absent-minded way their hands
go in and out of their pockets:
Oh'yes I like to spend, but have nothing
I think...

Merry Christmas...