There is a boy who lives in a shack
He is very poor and that is a fact
He is never happy and almost never smiles
His attitude is not playful but rather hostile
That boy is now a man and it isn’t strange
That over all these years nothing has changed
He does not cook and does not clean
For at work is where he is always seen
He has one goal, one wish
And that is to be rich
He works hard and buys a mansion
And fills it with expensive things of every fashion
He has a Hi-definition TV that he will never use,
The most expensive suits and leather shoes
Yet he still works overtime day and night
And now his body’s stress ended his plight
He had no one to mourn him or to bid him goodbye
Alone with his untouched possessions is how he would die
He worked for nothing like a robot
His possessions and money remain useless and rot
Any child, man or women can see the man is a fool
He did not follow the golden rule
Working all the time like the man is a notoriety
Living life to the fullest should be your top priority
Title subject to change. I'm not really a poet, but i'm writing this for a magazine. I want to see what you guys think before i submit.
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