Detached

You wonder what
Goes through the mind
Of a man
With that kind
Of money

That he would set
Such great store
To make an effort
To vote the poor
Poorer

That someone could
Be so detached
With priorities
That are mismatched
To life

For some with which
He has some claime
Down the years
To have entertained
With truth

The truth of love
The truth of hope
The very things
Which help us cope
With misery

But his phantom
Technicolour world that's
Filled with Bombay Dreams
And dancing cats
Is off the rails