Mess up
Hate when they’re gone
I’ve got three custom-made
BMWs,
Diamonds
Gripping my neck,
A mansion with a hundred and sixty
Acres
But it’s nothing when they’re gone
I’ve gone to Las Vegas,
And won thousands playing poker,
To L.A.,
Drag-raced down Sunset Boulevard,
To Jamaica,
Partied on the beach
In front of my resort
But it’s nothing when they’re not around
Which one do you wish you had?
Fame, power, wealth,
Or the girl?
Should you mess up
Or go find the real world?
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posted by CDCStudent @ 11:22 AM
2 Comments:
Your poem well demonstrates inner conflict in a figurative person, but also in each one of us. It makes me think about how we all have to weigh our values and often choose among many good things when making decisions. When done reading your poem, we are still left with a burning question. I like the fact that you haven't told us what to think - only that we need to think. Good work.
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