He Is Rich Poem by Elias Ng'ang'a K.

He is rich

I don't like his tummy
His skin sagging away
And I hold him close
I don't want to be seen in public
We better meet up under the sea
where I could bear all this
But he is rich!


He's lost most teeth
But that's besides the point
He is rich!

I got a small problem
with my ego.
All this looks bad
I know am filthy
But, .he's rich.

I set into his command
I know I can find myself
I can rise up.
I'm selfish.., and am hurting myself
Crazy how wrong I could get
On account of money.
Despite he's rich.