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Spoilt

I don’t understand them! In their second homes. When kids are starving When poor adults can’t afford one apartment Buying $35,000 earrings when kids are starving Being spoilt makes you lazy, money greedy and non-compassionate I have no love for the spoilt Your money makes me sick to my stomach like the dirt under my nails Your buying me gifts to make me happy makes me sick Why don’t you be a real human being and spend time with me, I don’t want your gifts – I want your friendship, don’t want to be friends? Then money doesn’t buy love. Buy one house with one room for your children instead of two. Then we can talk.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 7/6/2011 11:41:00 AM
Thank you for sharing your excellent poetry with us today. I enjoyed reading it Mohammad. Love, Carol
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