Paul Bee has only written one poem and this is it.
I am an eccentric millionaire
I am an eccentric millionaire
I may have whatever I want
Houses, shoes, coffee,
the expense is nothing to me
Idle days of reading and listening
and sleeping in my villa
would bore me
and so I choose to work
The pressure
the early mornings
the quarrels and threats
the sense of going nowhere
delight me
I am an eccentric millionaire
my choices are unlimited
It is better to get under the skin of a place
than to tour endlessly
Public transport is so much more convenient
Have you ever tried to park a Ferrari?
— and you can read on a train
You couldn’t get all my stuff in the boot anyway
The old plimsolls
the knocked about guitar
the little television
are so much better made than the new stuff
Same with the flat
the smaller room, the comfy furniture
No big garden
the freedom to move if ever I feel like a change
Vegetables taste better when they’re just beginning to turn
I am an eccentric millionaire
and I don’t like the cinema
and I don’t like the theatre
– or concerts
Strangely, I can never feel hungry in a restaurant
You know, you pay £600 for a jacket
or £2,000 for a watch
and then you lose it!
You only really pay for the label
Those bloody horses
That flipping boat
And the staff
Who wants that kind of responsibility?
And I hate those big parties
with the stiff shirts and the little orchestra
Eating standing up
Superficial conversation
I could clear my debts tomorrow
I just enjoy paying late
It’s a sort of game
which amuses me
I am an eccentric millionaire
I need to trust my friends
I need to know they like me for who I am
and they don’t just want a piece of my fortune
© Paul Bee
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