At Least I'm Rich

" At Least I'm Rich."

I have a Lambo and a Bentley and houses
in the south of France and in Brazil too.
I have enough money that I can buy anything
I want and do the things I want to do.
I have women every night of the week I change
them like I change my underwear twice a day.
The world is my playground and I buy those
who I want to play in it things are going my way.
Sure I had to make a sacrifice to get these things
but I thought they were full of B.S. until Momma died.
For weeks until my records blew up I would mourn
until the royalties came and it seems I never cried.
At least I'm rich even if I can't sleep at night from
the nightmares of me in a dark place burning.
All through the night I wake up in a cold sweat
and every night I'm tossing and turning.
I still think it was just a coincident of how she died
in a car wreck right after I signed my contract.
What happened to her was just her time to go I
know the the devil ain't real and that's fact.
I don't believe in no illuminati or that B.S. my
talents got me here and I'm richer than any of you.
I've been around the world on tours with the biggest
I've been to places that I've never knew.
I have it all but I do wish my Momma could see me now
she'd be proud at all the money I'm making here.
Only a fool believe I got this by selling out to the devil
I'm rich because I'm what they want is that clear.
These dreams are probably something I'm eating
I take these pills to help me sleep and get my rest.
Because when you have as many women who want
a piece of you I have to be at my best.
What many don't realize is that there's a price for success
that many aren't taking into account when they make the deal.
The only thing they're concerned with is having that look
of the Pied Pipers but selling out to shatan is real.
At least I'm rich is their mindset but what do they give
in exchange the nightmares are just a prelude to what lies ahead.
You see they will have to pay in full before and upon
Judgment Day it's not over when you're dead.

Weigh Out the Cost, it may be too Great.
Shalom,
shelly david wright, poet
healingheartspoetry@yahoo.com
5/31/11