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.
Copyright © Ekoh Jones | Year Posted 2018
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