Just another taste of posh—
The money, the jewels, the extravagant lush
The pearl beads, the exuberant home,
Not just a bungalow but a giant dome.

A taste of sweet and delightful posh,
A backyard filled with refined moss,
A winery full of varieties of wine,
And a feast that has an opulent, cooked swine.

The posh— every man's joy,
Lavish and riches, swiftly they toy
The smiles— now curving such a twist,
Its words may now exhume such bewitch!

The golden properties have its change,
The holder's blood will surely be deranged
Oh, shiny casket! Possessor who took kindle care—

It will soon be altered; its value may truly be marred.