I Just Wanna Be Rich

I once heard someone saying “If I never get rich, I have no idea what I’ll do with my life”, and I just thought to myself “Neither would I”.

I desperately want to be rich. I dream like a child, with no limitations, no calculations, no “common sense” whatsoever, and I just want what I want. I want money, lots of it, the finest cars, suits, shoes from Italy, and the best fragrances money can buy. Am I asking for too much?

I am not even that educated, nor overflowing with business ideas, if anything, I seriously suck at business. But all of that will not stop me from getting what I want, nothing will.

I just want everything I’ve never had, a house on the hills for all times I had nowhere to live, the finest cars for all the times I’ve walked, Singapore lobster for all the times I slept hungry, Tom Ford and Versace for all the times I looked like a 70’s pornstar at church, hallelujah, and a girl like Marylyn Monroe for all the nights I slept alone.

I’ve been told “it’s lonely at the top”. Well, guess what, I’ve been lonely at the bottom as well.

One day I will sit on my expensive leather couch, sip on the finest champagne in nothing but my silk underwear, read a book by Gayton McKenzie, remember this day and thank my self for my foolish determination, for if I had been any smarter, I would have figured it’s all impossible at some point and gave in.

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