Filthy Rich Poem by Robert Melliard

Filthy Rich



I wish I was filthy, stinking rich.
I'd hand big banknotes to beggars
and fund countless NGOs.

As it is, I give almost nothing,
hardly ever, to practically anyone.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: money
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