Magz - Poem by Aaron Frier
2.1 million pounds for his 21st birthday. Let him run the country, he’s in touch with us ‘Common’ people.
He knows what we need.
Magazines report how a celebrity has “pilled on the pounds! ! ”…kids are dying of starvation you know?
Spending money to go to a festival! Living life to the fullest having fun with friends.
Money is just a means to allow you to do fun things surely?
Money keeps Britain afloat! ! ! ! We NEED money……………really?
Is my sanity being slowly sieved away?
Do I look at the world in a weirdly, wonky, wobbly way?
Or is there something currently, continuously, corrupting our culture?
Of course not…my star sign says I’ll make a mistake this month…guess that was it..
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