Some people want it all
They try too hard
They give to much
With every compromise
Something is lost
The yes-men agree
With everything
Positive sound bites to court favour
Like nodding dogs begging for scraps of approval
I’m different
I scare them
I am Mr Nocando
I’m not impressed by power
Power is greed
Greed is great
But never good
I have no respect for money
I use and abuse it
Robbing tomorrow to enjoy today
Rich in spirit
Poor in pocket
I get by
Forget the cost
To reckless for responsibility
I’ve turned underachieving into an art form
I can’t do this
I will not lie any more
Slipping falsities through smiling lips
It’s so hard to appear diligent
When you just don’t care
I could have been somebody
But this is who I am
Maybe I’m selfish
Maybe I am just my self
This is not an obsession
This is only a means to an end
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem