A Little Much

It’s a little much,
all this feeling,
like sitting on a settee at Versailles,
eating a Big Mac.

About this poem

This probably makes more sense if you read my essay earlier this morning.

I am a pretty prosaic guy, mostly.

The picture was not taken at Versailles, but one of the mansions in Newport, RI. I figure most of you have heard about Versaille however, so it made the poem while the name of the mansion was left out.

Tom