Money Doesn't Buy Contentment


Waking from a slumber filled with dreams

Dressing in expensive things 

Taking notice to only her flaws

Covering them so she is not raw

Thinking solely of propriety 

She's lost touch with reality 


She resides in a land where status is key

To hell with individuality

Who needs it anyway?

When anything she wanted was hers all she did was pay


But it didn't matter what she said,

The truth hid in her dreams that lie in her bed,

The only time she could escape was in her sleep 

From the shallow world she would leap 

The dream land was were she longed to be 

She liked the things she could buy, but they didn't make her happy.


She wrapped herself in a blanket of gold 

But it did not protect her from the cold. 


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