I was 6 years old
When me and daddy walked into the store
I grabbed a golden toy car
He laughed and put it back on the rack
"Only a fool would pay this much for gold"
Now Im 18 years old, drinking beer at a bar
My eyes glued to the man in the suit
because his lifestyle seemed so far
it was then I realized my pursuit
that I wanted to drink expensive wine
Just like the man in the suit
I knew I'd never have the opportunity he had
being lower class
I'd have to work harder than he would have
Then I realised working 40 hours a week
at the pub down the street
I couldn't even compete
I wanted the sweet life
A life filled with greed
A life where I can stay in a suite
everyday of the week
So I signed up online to see who I could meet
I woke up alone in the king bed
of the pent house suite
I gathered the money from the bed side table that I knew was meant for me
The note read
"thanks for everything my sweet baby"
My head should have flooded with disgust
When I was reminded that I'd been paid to cure lust
Instead my head filled with greed
because this lifestyle has become a crucial need
I counted the money and read the note one more time
thank you for 'everything'
I wondered while sipping my lavish wine
What did he mean by that line?
He was the one constantly giving
All I had given him was my time
How can he call that everything
when he has given me so much more
Ultimately he's conning himself
So go ahead and call me a whore
But I'm the one flourishing in wealth
I was 22 years old
When daddy and I walked into the store and I pointed at a car
Daddy said
"The gold one? beautiful choice"
I thought at this moment I would feel like a star
drinking crisp wine
owning a nice car
living in the city
since after all I've been wishing for gold since I was 6 years old
But all I felt was self pity
because it is not the sweet life
if you have to dispose of your dignity
I should've had a clue
that you should never let the things you own
own you
-O.D-
