Tired Of Rich People

I have no jealousy - 'I'm doing this' and 'I'm doing that,'
riches come in different forms, not those of a fat cat,
you'll never have what I have, perspicacity it seems to me,
you've never been where I've been, to nice depths of mystery.

I can meet Alice in my dreams, where nothing's as it seems,
slay dragons, conquer lands, ride rainbows on sun's beams;
so how rich am I with all my fantasy, I don't charge a fee,
I don't live in St. Tropez where Bardot has cats on her knee.

I can be snooty without the back-up, strangely commendable,
if it's 'handled,' you're riding on a high, it's rather magical;
someone once said that they could be a 'nominal muslim,' oh really?
he knew nothing about such things, just changed his mind yearly.

If we're all cast on to the 'dreaded' level playing field,
there may be no rungs to climb, our destiny would be sealed.