Rich And Famous Poems - Poems about Rich And Famous

They think, like dolphins or elephants they're so smart, And like goats they behave rather intelligent; They think by riches they can get everything bought, Even the rarest of rare gems of great elegance... I had once, by error, conceived such a concept, Started wielding, like kings, the scepter of power; Over the rules and laws, I could get my conquest, Even...

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I am going to be rich and famous, everyone will know me, my name in lights! Great! Where will you start? Will you be a singer, dancer, artist, basketball star? Quarterback? Not sure yet. But I will be grandiose and brilliant; everyone will be calling my name. I will wear dark sunglasses, and people will fight over my autographs. I will be...

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The Rich And Famous Written: by Tom 3/14/2020 Too many view themselves as being upper crust, just because they have more money than another. But does that mean they deserve our undying trust, with opinions they attempt to sway or smother. They exist on a pedestal for all to see, and actively participate in back scratching. With this way of thinking I can't...

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Any total ignoramus Can end up rich and famous, But riches and celebrity Often lead to misery. Contented I have grown Being poor and little known....

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I once walked into my backyard and found two slugs mating in a bucket I had just learned how slugs go about mating, or trust-I would have been rightly confused Here hangs a long line of slime, almost a foot long and then halfway down the thread of slime, it begins to twist, to look like a strand of...

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A blanket of stars sweep the coming night-- Hollywood bound-- their castles and sacred walls. Gossip and bribery become their industry tools, the crucifixes they wear-- another piece in their collection. Their ancestors may not have been so black and white, a widescreen decorated with such colourful fools, blood diamond draped gowns and endangered shawls-- printed dreams with cabbage green in sight, those...

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Well, I was gonna write a poem But I can't remember how I know words are involved You know, like "thee" and "thou" And I was gonna be famous You know, like Edgar Allan Poe Wait!, I think that was his name Or was it David Allan Coe? Yep, I was gonna be rich and famous Til a friend of mine said "You can't be...

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