I Wanna Be Rich Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi

Im tired of looking at pennies in my wallet.
Watching the notes disappear.
Times are hard.
I darent use my credit card.
I'm so tempted to buy myself a treat.
But the thought of spending.
Gives me a cold sweat.
yet still I buy lottery tickets.
Dreaming of all the millions.
And be set free from all the misery surrounding me.
I'm poor, me.
A car so old it will soon have white hairs.
I still remember when I got married.
When me and my wife slpt on five dining chairs.
7 years and some months - things have got no better.
I wish I was rich.
Food and petrol are the things I can afford.
I pass my evenings by falling asleep.
Catching Z's
an not a stress related disease.
Is the only thing I can afford.
Im bored.
looking for freebies and the cheap deals.
While the chavs on my estate.
Mock my fate.
When their brats wear trainers worth more than my car.
Their parents driving brand new cars.
My rage uis boiling.
All the hours I am toiling.
Just making ends meet.
Makes me wanyt to put Benefit Fraud on speed trial.
Scally undernath.
Vampire man and his screaming banshee.
Big TV, big yellow car.Doesnt got to work.
Could be dealing could be honest.
I'm sick of being broke.
I just want to be rich.

I Siddiqi 17.07.08