London  England  January

The weather  gray

The rain  thick

I wake up  depression all around me
Dark thoughts clouding my mind
And I open the drawer and I see two things
I see the warm told loafers
I see the crisp Kashmir socks

And I know that today is me to be a good day
A hundred dollars a sock

Two ankles  you do the math
Pour them on
Socks on the first  followed by the loafers
Then I know from that day
That week  that month  that year  that decade
That millennium
That well be rich forever

Rich forever