Confession of a poor in need.

Oh mighty God, I confess that I stoled,
But let me explain before you hate me,
I was sitting on my designer chair and day-dreaming;
How I would spend my spring vacation in Amsterdam and get fresh,
How I would go diving in somewhere expensive,
How I would be called by ‘24 hour party’ friends and go nasty,
How those coolio Girbaud and Diesel clothes would make me so good,
How I would go to South America and read lots of magazines,
Of course for educational purposes,
And last
How I would be crowned by my brothers,
So you see, the world you created has many precious delights,
I mean, like Godfather says “just when I decide to be out, they pull me back in”.
Love, your creature.

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