Treasure Island

maria sudibyo

(280883 / parist van java)

Rich and Famous


Could you make me depressed
So I can write a heartbreak poem
Could you torture me
So I can publish my story and become celebrity
Could you make me crazy
So I can paint an arty picture
Could you push me hard
So I can find some innovation and become rich
Could you make me weak
So everybody comes to pity me
Could you separate with me
So I can sing a sad song and get back my popularity
Could you make me insulted
So I have a right to sue you
Could you cheat me
So nobody could blame my mistake
Could you make me unnoticed
So I can freely move my properties
Could you underestimate me
So it is extraordinary if I’m succeed

Submitted: Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Edited: Tuesday, June 21, 2011

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