PRIVATE OBSESSION

Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 11, Issue 87, 3 October 1947, Page 7

PRIVATE OBSESSION

Private obsession, thy praises I sing, Thou art my Prophet, my Priest and my King, I was born with a spark of possessive desire, That developed into a consuming fire, My mother informed me when I was a boy; I fought playmates for marbles and coveted toys, And Dad often called me a selfish young pig, Greedy and grasping with ideas too big; But I grew and I prospered all on my own, And have quite rotund and affluent grown, I’ve helped many a lame dog over a stile, And decamped with the bone and a satanic smile; Of Buckingham Palace I deam every night, When Royal birthday honours create me a knight; I’ll build me a castle like Barons of old, Who grabbed everything they could have and could hold, Hanged drew and quartered the insolent dogs, Who dared to suggest they were overfed hogs; When I die I’ll bequeath all the wealth I have won, To the church to record all the good I have done, In a window preferably facing the west, In memory of me who was one of the best, Satan ever endowed with the spirit of greed, To instigate every thought word and deed.

P.N. With apologies to the benevolent Barons of all ages (who are the exceptions that prove the rule) and have done and are' doing their best to make the best of a bad system, The motto of the modern Barons in ‘Everything at all Costs’. Money trajis are baited with money to catch mpney; the bigger the game the larger the bait. Some of the victims are released to grow more worth while. But the motive of all ages in all languages is the same; in plain English ‘Grab and Get’. If you don’t someone else will. So the lion’s excuse for taking the lamb in out of the rain. Nature abhors a vacuum so all things will probably remain as they are. AH the while there are more lambs than lions. H. SERGANT.