I eat caviar for breakfast
and I have servants to pluff
my pillow and make my bed.
Let me ring my bell so I
could get my bath water
ran, oh and don’t forget
to pour in my bubble bath
that cost thousands a bottle.
Man I’m living the good
life,
In my mansion on top
of the hill.
Not to mention the cars
in my garage.
My address is 5466
Make Believe Lane
Because in reality I live
in a tent
And I don’t know where
my next meal is coming
from.
Alexis Y.
04-18-2021
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