LateA Poem by EmilyFor the record, My gambit is I’m done with your Rococo style of art- In your filthy rich mansion You relish in your wealth Always obsessed with your Multi million dollar health Your sententious attitude Makes me want to cringe Quick to judge if I forget to pray Pray- when I can barely manage To see the light at the end of the day We’re not the same, accept it okay You rank your friends based on Their status of money How shallow are you, honey? If you were a buoy, you wouldn’t bob, Too shallow of water, oh don’t sob Honestly, your ties are scrubby Yeah, you think all that matters is money- My soon to be ex hubby Someone is laboring to make those ties Working hard day after day, When-what you’re here complaining That your order of exclusive grand marnier Is arriving late today Like a neon light bold and bright, I’m ready for you to be out of my sight If the chandelier was a trapeze, I’d swing down Right away, and run out of this place, Goodbye to you and your hell of a disgrace To me the one, that says it’s all done
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