Dilemma of the Rich

DILEMMA OF THE RICH. my thoughts are scribbled. let me shout and scream. in the middle of night I can't sleep. am always thinking of Mr A and Miss B fear of people eats me up, Like vinegar am drinking from this bitter cup. could this be me? or am stung by a bee. This is it. And Here's why i am screwed. There are so many bills on me. everyone is Always calling me for their needs. "Shey "na only me niii? Abi na curse make person rich nii?? i am feed up, I must be real. I may put up some attitude that will tag me a beast. I don't care what you think, If you like say he's now a new being. That's your own cup of tea I will ensure I listen to no plea. For now no calls please. I need some time to myself with ease. The worst if it. It's few weeks to the festive season. © Jones poems.