THIS GAME IS RIGGED! We've been taught a lie!
They said we can't be happy 'til after we die!
At least piles of money must make life grand
Owning houses and gold and foreign land
All those things that sparkle and shine
will taste like sugar and then like slime
They'll be like weight, a sinking anchor,
you'll be depressed and lving a life with canker
No amount of STUFF will make you happy
and eternal quest, heavy and crappy
Tie no strings to your state of happiness
no reason to frown, just clap and never hiss
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem