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Tuesday, May 31

To You with No Respect

Money Worshipper

Workaholic you appear
Money for you is so dear
That you did not hesitate
To spread your greediness and hate
On whom you gave up for some locket

Wife is lost; it’s no big deal
Children can learn to steal
Your ignorance to their needs
Did not add up to your deeds
Except some more change to pocket

I hope that some day you’d pile
Your silver and gold in a pile
Ornamenting your stinking grave
To show how devout and brave
You’ve been to your lonely casket

Sorry guys I’m just angry and these words were vented out spontaneously

Posted by AyyA:: at :: 4:42 PM::

5 Comments:

Blogger Peach said...

Say it sister ;) Lound & Pround I personally know one or two people who could ever so closly "relate" to your poem ;)

6:40 PM  
Blogger AyyA said...

Peach
Well, surprise, surprise, where have you been girl, missed yah

Shopaholic Q8eya
Then you can relate dear, because no one knows how agonizing this is except the ones who have witnessed one grrrrrr

7:18 PM  
Blogger Jelly Belly said...

I can relate to your frustration...
I've seen it happen to a very dear friend...her dad wouldn't pay a penny to help her out in time of need!
ma adree lefloos ishbetenfa3a?

1:55 PM  
Blogger AyyA said...

Yes I don’t understand these people at all Jalowah, and if it is someone close to you, it’s a real disaster, I really feel sorry for your friend :(

4:13 PM  
Blogger AyyA said...

Iee wallah Nazzal, you have no idea
Having to live and deal with someone like that is what triggered it :(

8:35 PM  

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