Never Change

            I’m a million dollars in debt.

            Still, people ask me to change.

            I’ve tried, without success.

            I guess I should try again.

            So I sit and contemplate.
            I think up many ideas,
            But nothing populates
            My brain region's

           Plagued with too many fears.

           

            I’ve seen many silver faces,

            But that’s all I ever see.

            I’ve searched in many places

            For the sick ones whose skin is green.

            Every day I awaken,

            Knowing my palms are empty.

            I wish my spirit would be taken,

            And then set free ever so gently.

            But this will never happen—

            At least not anytime soon.

            So all I can do is imagine

          What it’s like to be rich like you.