Spoiled little rich girl
Loves her life
Her best friend is money
And she has no strife
Spoiled little rich girl
Comes home one day
To find that her parents
Have something to say
Spoiled little rich girl
Cannot believe
The words her parents
Dare to speak
Spoiled little rich girl
Is told she has to stop
Spending every dollar
At every single shop
Spoiled little rich girl
Cries and cries
There’s no way it’s happening
It must be a lie
Spoiled little rich girl
Learns to cope
By taking from others
All of their hope
Spoiled little rich girl
Is spoken to again
But now, they say
Her leisure must end
Spoiled little rich girl
Tries to get a job
But is fired from each
For being a snob
Spoiled little rich girl
Resorts to desperate ways
She surprises herself
At how well it pays
Spoiled little rich girl
Is not making enough
To support her family
Their life is tough
Spoiled little rich girl
Finds it hard to sleep
Especially with those
Whose services she seeks
Spoiled little rich girl
Is not so pretty
No one, she realizes
Wants to give her any pity
Spoiled little rich girl
Has a modus operandi
She hands out insults
Like Halloween candy
Spoiled little rich girl
Hates her life
She has no more money
And her best friend is strife
- Author: cutelilcardinal ( Offline)
- Published: March 7th, 2018 15:46
- Comment from author about the poem: I would like to add that I do not think that all people who are wealthy are spoiled, arrogant, and/or mean. I just wrote this because of someone in my school who is like this. Also, this is very rough and might be edited later.
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