Are We Not Dripping In Gold? Poem by Rachel Henley

My sweet good lord,
ignore my sins for tonight,
for I will be in the company,
of bad men in good suits,
and good girls in bad places,

ChamPAIN for everyone here,
yes we are successful,
we got the nicest sCARS,
and mistresses with model agencies.
But I could do with,
a mother who knew my name,
and a daddy who prefered coca cola.

Are we not dripping in gold?
I swear, my tears are just glamorous now.
I control the board room,
but I am bored of the same room, same suits.

Success = Happiness, thats what I beLIEved.
But I only saw what I wanted,
not what I needed.

No bartender, I ain't in no rush to get 'home',
have a drink on me,
keep the change,
spend it with your family.