I often wondered
What it's like to be rich
Two pennies to rub together
Skint, not had a bath for a while
Scabies, that incessant itch
Fancy cars and sexy women
Lots of high class friends
Aristocratic social circles
No need to beg, borrow
I certainly won't lend
Success measured by paper
Numbers in the bank
Blinded by gold
Treasures of life
A fleeting glance
Fool's Gold
It obscures your view
Remove it from your life
You've found your treasure
Someone you always knew
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Hi my name is Jonathan Joseph, I am 36 years old living in Warrington, Cheshire with my two children. I was inspired to start writing rhymes and poems again some twenty years after leaving school, maybe its taken me that long to find my voice again?
Simply trying To watch the world go by, Unlike others I don't wish to fly. I'd rather stand back, And enjoy the show. Can't tell of a sunrise or sunset, But I'd rather not know. Is that so bad.
When people tell me they're unique, I Immediately think they're the same As everyone else that tries to hard. As if uniqueness is a level game. It's not a game with levels, It's not a game at all.
If I was rich, I'd probably be a bitch, It's a stereotype that doesn't switch, It's like it's some kind if glitch.
So I've heard some peculiar news In gym while putting on shoes Or in the line for lunch At a dinner and a brunch About which feature of mine is envied the most My nose.
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