Thanks for the advice regarding being high and/or lonesome. But if I'm going to be one, I'll end up being the other, eventually.

A while back, I made an unsuccessful attempt to write a right-wing folks song. Now I've discovered that Cole Porter, of all people, beat me to it, in a song called

"THE POOR RICH"

I receive every morning
A request or a warning
That I help out some fund for the poor.

I admit that big cities
Have to have such committees
And they're all very worthy, I'm sure.
But why don't they start saying prayers
For poor millionaires?

Have you heard that Missus Burr
Has had to fire her pet masseur
And you can believe me, baby, that was some rub.

Have you heard that Missus Pennall
Has auctioned off her kennel
And all that she has left is one bitch?