Eddy, methinks Rich needs a good friend like Sam, I Am, then he would eat his "green eggs and ham."

Thank you for the privilege of reviewing your good poem!

I think we have all known Rich in one form or another. I must confess that too often, especially in my younger adult years, I was Rich. I have since learned to appreciate more things, vocally and turn away from the offensive, silently.

Overall Impression: You describe Rich masterfully. There is the potential of Rich in all of us. We all see great concerns about life in general. The difference between Rich and the socially-acceptable human is that Rich doesn't seem to have a filter on his thoughts. I think the world would intensify its harshness, if we could read each others' thoughts. What level of comfort comes in not knowing everything everyone is thinking!

Suggestions: One wonders if a follow-up poem that explores Rich's life in eternity would garner any valuable lessons for our lives today. Does Rich learn anything in the new perspective of eternity? Does he remain so self-absorbed that even the angels (or other residents of eternity) give him a wide berth?

Rhythm & Rhyme: The four-line verses consistently follow the A-B-C-B rhyme scheme, which keeps things unified pretty well. Rhythmically, there is not a classical pattern. However, the number of "feet" used in each line corresponds to the need of the emotion and the concept. Sometimes there are four or five "feet"(i.e. tetrameter & pentameter,) when we need time to chew the thought more thoroughly. Three of the verse toward the end of the piece are all written in three "feet" (or trimeter) each. This causes the cadence to be very fast, increasing in intensity. Finally, the last verse provides us with a slower denouement of the consideration of his eternal state now.

What I Like:This is a wonderful wisdom tale told in the oblique way that generations used to teach in the days of our parents and grandparents. Much can be inferred by simply using a flawed character and describing that character fully. Your poem reminds me of a poem I was taught as a child. It was written by one of America's great writers, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

"There Was a Little Girl"

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poems/detail/44650

BY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW

"There was a little girl,
Who had a little curl,
Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good,
She was very good indeed,
But when she was bad she was horrid."

The story is told. The character is described. The meaning is clear. "Do NOT be this way!"

Point well made, Eddy!

Thanks for reading my review! WRITE ON! :D