A Man Story

Money here, Money there, Money all around me I'm so freaking rich why am I so unhappy Maybe it's because I don't have love Maybe it's because I had a bad childhood Or just maybe it'm surrounded with fake people all around me. They're always wanting this and wanting that from me All I want is real people that love me and not my money Money here, Money there, Money all around me I run off disappear from site so no one can fine me All I have is my Money now. That's all I need is what I tell myself I fine something real here I kiss her there and kiss her here She handcuff me to the bed frame I can't move She got me where she want me She take this off and that off She take my wallet and everything else I have She left the key to handcuff on the night stand where I can not reach No money here, No money there ,No money at all just because of my one real fake gal. I just made this up my little poetry story about a man.