Luxury Fever Poem by Ashley HarperLittle

How much money do we really need
Is someone dying or is it just pure greed
There’s a soft top car sat on the drive
Long gone are the days of just staying alive

We own the best sofa, flat screen we’ve just bought
Four years pay for an African man; just a thought
And as for the Laptop, we got it so cheap
Those sweatshop girls do earn their keep

Soon I’ll buy me a big four wheel drive
It’s just what you need in a crash to survive
The spend on fuel is absolute max
So I’ll moan straight away about the government tax

You can’t put a price on your kids, you know
This 40 grand car is not just for show
Well it helps I suppose that everyone can see
That you can’t all be as special as me