The more I get, the more I require.
Everything isn't enough, cause my desire
My needs arrive faster
All that I have doesn't make me feel better.
The more I get, the less I enjoy.
I buy, I buy, I buy... But I don't feel joy.
Materialism is my god and I'm his slave
I pray to him, but he doesn't save
My soul from boredom.
Save my soul from money's kingdom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem