She’s a fancy,
dancy girl
with her
diamonds
and pearls;
driving daddy’s car,
living life on her cell,
and everybody else
can just go to hell.
Such a burden carried
from day to day
where to shop;
where to play,
shallow friends
in an empty life
but the money
can’t buy a soul.
Have you any dreams
worries or doubts?
Ever consider what life
might be about?
Perhaps money
IS all
you need
when it’s all
you have.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love the last two lines. The rest of the poem seems like such a cliche, but those lines really make it into something worth reading.