Entitled
I can't believe your audacity
Well actually!
Your so consumed with rapcisty
The bling life has blinded you
You can't even see what's Infront of you
Who even are you?
I don't even know you!
You've become a stranger,
The money's changed ya,
Are you even any happier?
Because you seem snappier,
crabbier and on occasion angrier,
So it seems you're more unhappier,
Than happier
Money talks apparently,
And we know all about your currency,
That's your hot topic your money
Money money, Ain't it funny.
Not!
Its really not interesting,
Listening
Again and again as you boast,
No one's remotely engrossed,
About your latest big spend,
Or your new rich friend,
How's the air up there?
On that high horse, ne'er
Even the horse can't bear it,
It would appear I'm now a misfit,
I no longer fit, Your new adylic life
I'm unfit, oh dear god the strife!
Unfortunate isn't it,
Because if we rewind just a bit,
Once upon a time we were close
We were tight knit as apposed
To now!
You were my hero pow,
I aspired to be just like you!
I worked so hard to,
Just to get your approval,
Yet all I received was disapproval
But when I really needed you,
You didn't care, it's true
You weren't there
I'm still surprised,
That I was surprised,
But What did I expect,
Mr Scrooge
Too swop in and interject,
Yeah right that's funny in hindsight,
But!
I soon realized and saw the light,
And I guess that's just how money,
Talks! money money money
Apparently
In a rich man's world, only money talks
therefore you only talk,
You guessed it About your money
Hunny! Ain't it funny,
Not!
But that's how it goes,
In a rich man's world! I suppose
About this poem
Money money money
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Submitted by #iwriteitall on September 09, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 1,638 |
Words | 359 |
Stanzas | 14 |
Stanza Lengths | 5, 4, 5, 5, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 5, 5, 5, 6, 2 |
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