Treasure Island

Zaibar Zee


I Am a Bad Man


I have much yet not gratify
Try all leisure never get satisfy
Achieve a goal lift me high
To lose an object spoils my life
I am curious for much spite
I cannot see my fellow ripe
Jealous come into my sight
When my neighbor pass a trial
I feel envious don’t know why
I never stay at a needy cry
I always deprive others right
None get a benefit by my side
Others possessions I always try
I never wish others to share mine
I only move when a profit drives
My living standard is very high
I never spend for other’s lives

Submitted: Monday, June 18, 2007
Edited: Sunday, March 13, 2011

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