" Too many plugs and switches in the room__,
The reading lights are dim, however, and
The flat black plasma television screen ignores the hand remote,
As does the safe, the combination I distrustfully... punch in.
Too many outlets for the well connected businessman__,
Too much Prefered Lifestyle, here in formerly Eire.
The Celtic tiger still has crooked teeth__,
And the twinkle of the DOOMED-to-come-up-short!
Success's luxuries pair awkwardly with golf's grim thrashings
Out upon the links, the shabby, shaggy dunes where newborn rich:
Land helicopters... and then can't find their balls." in: Portmarnock...
A New Resort Hotel ~ by John Updike