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.
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