Poem -

Money isn't everything

Up at 6 am
I work in security
don't work 9 to 5
12 hour shifts for me
I drive a security truck
filled to the roof with money
everyday I sit and think
of little rich boy fantasies

Villa in the South of France
cars for each of my family
a diversion on my route
stage a little robbery
tie me up and make it look good
just think of the money
ditch the truck and hide the cash
could it be that easy

Up at 6am
don't work in security
don't work 9 to 5
a one roomed cell for me
walking round the prison yard
try not to think of money
alone at night I try to sleep
I miss my family

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