‘Gilbert and Sullivan on New York Affluence’ by Joseph S. Salemi The Society January 4, 2020 Culture, Humor, Poetry 9 Comments Hark now to the yuppies’ anthem, And the lifestyle that it preaches— How we all reside on the chic West Side With our Chardonnay and quiches. Chorus: We all reside on the chic West Side With our Chardonnay and quiches! Apart from our dread employers, To no one we’re beholden— We have large amounts in our bank accounts And our credit line is golden. Chorus: We’ve large amounts in our bank accounts And our credit line is golden! But to keep the cash flow steady Conformism is essential— So the proper tone for careerist drones Is suitably deferential. Chorus: The proper tone for careerist drones Is suitably deferential! We scan the preferred stock options, And Investment Market Pages— For pure cocaine of Colombian strain Leaves a big dent in one’s wages. Chorus: Pure cocaine of Colombian strain Leaves a big dent in one’s wages! We’re in at the Health and Racquet, Where we ward off carcinoma— And they don’t refuse our membership dues At the Whitney, Met, and MOMA. Chorus: They don’t refuse our membership dues At the Whitney, Met, and MOMA! We follow the crowd’s consensus On how prestige is reckoned— We politely clap for the obscure crap At the Y on Ninety-Second. Chorus: We politely clap for the obscure crap At the Y on Ninety-Second! How numerous are the badges We need for our social station! A parkside view and subscriptions to The New Yorker and The Nation. Chorus: A parkside view and subscriptions to The New Yorker and The Nation! Special coffee ground at Zabar’s, Truffled chèvre sold at Balducci’s— We will wait on line till it’s half past nine Just to get some top-notch sushi. Chorus: We’ll wait on line till it’s half past nine Just to get some top-notch sushi! But watch how we worship fitness— (Hold your back straight and your hip bent!) How we keep firm busts with aerobic thrusts On our exercise equipment. Chorus: We keep firm busts with aerobic thrusts On our exercise equipment! What we own and whom we dine with Are requisites for survival— All the faux antiques and the trendy cliques That indicate one’s arrival. Chorus: The faux antiques and the trendy cliques That indicate one’s arrival! And who gives a tinker’s damn then For our snotty, carping critics? We’ll uncork some wine with a smile benign Like lobotomized paralytics. Chorus: Uncork some wine with a smile benign Like lobotomized paralytics! So pour out the Veuve Clicquot now; Aloft with your brimming glasses— To the dull-brained farts and the pampered tarts Of the upper middle classes! Chorus: To the dull-brained farts and the pampered tarts Of the upper middle classes! —from Masquerade (2005) Joseph S. Salemi has published five books of poetry, and his poems, translations and scholarly articles have appeared in over one hundred publications world-wide. He is the editor of the literary magazine Trinacria and writes for Expansive Poetry On-line. He teaches in the Department of Humanities at New York University and in the Department of Classical Languages at Hunter College. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. 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Don’t get me wrong, I am not against veganism, and I was a vegetarian myself for 7 years (and only started eating small amounts of meat for health reasons – I became deficient in 4 amino acids all found in meat). But – a ‘religion’??? This extension of ‘rights’ – and moral virtue-signalling – becomes so onerous on the rest of the population. But, thanks for the poem – more first-rate material from you. Reply Carole Mertz January 4, 2020 Oh, dear, Professor, you”ve said it all. I feel I’m back on 42nd Street! Reply C.B. Anderson January 4, 2020 Joseph, you’ve been at this for a long time. I guess you’ve come to realize, as so many of us have, that the more things change the more they stay the same. Reply Joseph S. Salemi January 4, 2020 That’s the conditio humana. We are born in ignorance, and with the wounds of original sin. The manifestations of stupidity vary from generation to generation and from century to century, but the underlying stupidity is still there. It’s what makes satire essential. Reply Joe Tessitore January 4, 2020 This is beyond funny, made all the more so by the fact that I live on the Upper West Side and these people are my neighbors – and I’m theirs! Reply Mark F. Stone January 5, 2020 The poem skewers the affluent New Yorkers with skill and finesse, and the rhyming is quite admirable. Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant January 5, 2020 Ouch! A toe-tapping, scathing delight of a poem with an inspired plethora of superlative rhymes. Very well done! Reply Sally Cook January 6, 2020 I’m called purple aster .I signal disaster .With piercings and muddy tattoos My moods are directed, My thoughts intersected. By cocaine, self-pity and booze. etc. etc.. So much material, so little time.! When does your marvelous poem open in costume on Broadway? Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. 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