Wanna BE

homeless

I don’t wanna be no billionaire.

I’d rather sit and chew my pubic hair.

I like to live in the city where:

A cardboard box in the public square,

An old discarded bucket-chair,

Is all I leave to my heir.

I don’t wanna be no billionaire.

I haven’t motivation to get me there.

I don’t wanna be.

No, I will never be

Because I can’t ever be

No billionaire.

This poem was inspired by the guitarist in this video. Please ignore the detox commercial.

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