I sit on my front porch and watch the vehicles going by on their way around the corner and up the hill to the gated condominium community on the shores of Lake Michigan. As they passed by, this ditty came to mind.
One Mercedes, Two Mercedes,
Three Mercedes, Four,
Five Mercedes, Six Mercedes,
Seven Mercedes More.
One Lexus, Two Lexus,
Three Lexus, Four,
Five Lexus, Six Lexus,
Seven Lexus More.
One Audi, Two Audi,
Three Audi, Four,
Five Audi, Six Audi,
Seven Audi More.
One Beemer, Two Beemer,
Three Beemer, Four,
Five Beemer, Six Beemer,
Seven Beemer More.
One Caddie, Two Caddie,
Three Caddie, Four,
Five Caddie, Six Caddie
Seven Caddie More.
Down the road and up the hill
to Vance Packard’s house they go.
One hearse, Two hearse,
Three hearse, Four,
Five hearse, Six hearse,
Seven hearse More.
Down the hill and up the road
to the graveyard they all go.
bobdahl 
The dreariness of wealth … utterly boring after awhile, because no one’s impressed any longer … ostentation grows heavy, like carrying a load of old National Geographics bound together by twine – trying to look smart with stuff no one cares about. Ah well … and soon to the graveyard … the truth hated by all, but especially by the 1% – the greatest affront to their sense invulnerability.