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When people have a lot of money,
they tend to act strange.
buying beautiful things and pulling strings,
fake smiles and bought friends its all fun until it ends.

They keep wanting more and it quickly turns into greed,
it wont be long before another feed.

Your ten figure number is now down to two,
its going down painfully along with you.

The house crumbles into dust,
and all the cars start to rust,
you feel lost without people and objects,
now you start to feel regrets.

on hands and knees you beg for more,
forgetting you can no longer buy the law,
a razer across the wrist of an arm,
to yourself you have brought this harm.

you are to far gone to be saved,
you are another sad case of the money slave!
©2006-2009 ~plum-princess
:iconplum-princess:

Author's Comments

i did this poem 3 years ago when i was working for London fashion week and could just feel the vibe and falseness of the so called 'it' people.

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