Dropping the notion,
That one can have a wonderful life...
Based upon establishing good credit,
Is the beginning of one's awakening.
There is nothing great or wonderful,
To acknowledge one is indebted to anyone.
And...
For the rest of one's life?
Comeon!
Keep passing around the smelling salts.
Especially to those doing somersaults,
On fading yellow brick roads.
This process to crave from birth,
Is an addiction to keep one hooked...
To a lifetime of purchasing happiness.
And if many are perceived to be unhappy...
Too few 'knew' how to play this game too well.
'KNEW'...as used in past tense of 'KNOW'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem