Prada, Vitton & Choo

I will never have your fancy glasses
How it draws attention away from big asses.

I will not have them glistening on my head

Rather I have something else instead.

I will never have your gorgeous wallet,

But that can’t compensate your ugly mullet

I cannot feel that leather that’s real

I realize though I have the better deal.

I will never have the lovely stiletto

That can’t change that you come from the ghetto

Boots that run up my calf

My secret is, my better half

You have your money with all of its friends

Not even your home, your heart can mends

I have no job, no home, no car

But my true self at least is not far.

So keep your Prada, Vitton and Choo

For all I care, flush it down the loo

I am richest man alive

True love, for me, has not taken a dive

To you I am nothing but failure and bum

But my emotions, at least are not numb

I am the wealthiest person on earth

And my heart is filled with joy and mirth

So fuck you and your riches

You pretentious big fat bitches

I don’t need that crap at all

Cuz your money could never buy me a Paul.

My love and I at a Party in June 2011

I wrote this poem about two years ago sitting at a friends house at a very bad time in my life. To this day I am not sure who I am addressing in the poem, is it myself, a friend, a enemy, society....I don't know. All I know is that it was how I felt.