I sit in my luxurious mansion, sipping on wine wanting more.
I know there are people that need things that I have, but I want it more.
I pass beggers,
I count my money,
I NEVER help the needy,
I am full of myself.
I watch people starve.
Other people try to help me, but it will never be good enough for me.
When I die I will die wealthy, but I will die unhappily because in the world I will have never done anything.
Great work, Riley!!! I’m so happy to see you writing. It’s very dark and powerful, this poem.
Thank you Mrs. Bargo!