Poems are bullshit unless they are

Rags to Riches, nothing into something.

From detention. To center of attention

From 9 to 5, to 95 million

We know our job, We did our job

Studying, working, listening, observing

Tired.

Broken and bruised.

Where is the end?

I worked from 9 to 5,

Now where is my 95 million?

Turn on the TV, relax your mind

But how can I relax

I need my 95 million,

Studying, working, listening, observing

“Fuck!” his dad just bought him a new Ferrari

for his 19^th birthday.

Can I at least have 19 million

We want success, and success

For all.

Let the world be successful.

And give all people 95 million

Or 19 million.