Secret Lives Of Teenage Millionaires Poem by Derek Jamal
Secret Lives Of Teenage Millionaires
Misfits with misfortune
who couldn't possibly miss fortune
for they have not had the displeasure laid before them or an indecent home to miss sleep
What they can do is count the sheep from windows high above the streets and weep
Checking their accounts and becoming withdrawn
A count away from yet another milestone
The race was over from the start yet there's no trophy to be won
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