Perspective is key Poor Vs RIch

 

 

I don't have food and do not eat.  

My fridge is full of sweets and treats.

I sleep on streets and do not  weep.

My two mansions are small for me.

I walk everywhere to get me there

My jet is constantly in the air.

I still wear the same underwear.

My clothing brand will never tear

I beg and beg but do not get

I buy and buy and don't regret

My beard is ugly and a mess..

I groom and shave to impress.

My food is low my water is dry, I think it's time for me to die. My pocket is full, my mind is wise I think it's time for paradise

This poem is about: 
My family
Our world

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