Opulent boredom loves to spend, in fact
shopping for 'more' is a favorite hobby;
a thousand shoes in her wardrobe
stands as testament to her dedication.
Then there's the jewelry and perfumes
the leathers and furs, the formal gowns
and outfits for all occasions, well
at least those that her kind of elite attend.
It's a life that affords few of this world's cares
or worries since money is so plentiful there;
yet even in that world of a thousand soles
she still can't find the one she really needs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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