Luxury. Poem by Letter From My Mother's Womb

Luxury

"March on till life hands you an applause"

Room service at five stars
hotel,
Few joints of cigar out the hotel window
in London city.

Waking up in the hotel,
Hearing a knock at my bedroom door
as they come in with a cup of coffee,
My phone start ringing,
Guess what? , it's my client,
asking for an appointment.
Waiter's hand is swiping my card
as I pay my bills,
While I'm on the line.
When I enter my red key(to the phone) ,
The text message gets in and notify me
to go through
my mails,
As I grab my tablet, another knock
again,
With a delivery of Champagne,
Anyway what's the occasion? ,
Now i guess success hands me an applause,
As i take out the glass
of champagne, another beep! sound
with a text message from the bank
the money is in,
My car is parked outside with the chauffeur,
I need to go to my office,
let me take out my tuxedo,
As I look to my Rolex watch, on my wrist,
And now It's my time, somebody
let's celebrate and take a picture.

I am already in the dance floor
as success dances victory unto my door,
Smiles do showers my face with
joy,
As a women that walks tall
like Maya Angelou's lines,
I also do walk like I've got oil wells pumping unto my living room.
As I finish writing the next lines, there's few tickets I should buy,
Got a trip to Nairobi
and my flight is at hand.

[ Outro ]

"In order to get to success you have to buy a ticket for your dream"


Author: Lyricist