Not Considering the Cost of Vanity
I haven't inherited great wealth, and the only luxury I can afford is to make believe,
acting like a guru who does't tighten his belt...when will this character leave?
The Greek guru, Onassis, had a yacht and a private jet...
he enjoyed his grand lifestyle by traveling everywhere:
a hundred dollars bill meant less than a dollar to him;
I squandered quite a few of them for a foolish whim,
but the only difference between me and him is that he never
was short of a dime by discovering a hole in his pocket!
I rented a penthouse where the rich and famous live
to impress everyone and make friends...sadly the only friend left is Dave
the one I confide to, but the others won't socialize
with someone who was a fake, the one who built his wealth on incredible lies!
Don't pretend to be who you aren't, confront reality...
not everyone is born rich by turning wishes into money;
don't change yourself and lose every friend who considered you extremely rich...
did I ponder the cost of vanity that made me more miserable than a wretch?
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