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You are a wealthy person who has fallen on hard times financially. Write a poem based on your internal monologue.
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I miss it.
The parties, the gala, the recognition. I miss the taste of champagne on my tongue and the smell of fresh money from the ATM. I miss people scrambling to make me happy and getting favors whenever I wished.
They say _“__Rome didn__’__t fall in a day.__”_
But I think it sure did. My Rome, my life, collapsed and crumpled up into a shriveled mess of flesh and bone, in less than a day.
T...
the wallet in my pocket, once tearing at the seams
now its thin as paper, what does that mean for me?
you i grew accustomed to and could once afford
but you’re slipping through my fingers, i don’t have you anymore
this hasn’t ever happened and i don’t know what to do
just sitting here daydreaming about the nightmare that was you...
I don’t mean to make a threat,
But so be it if my only way out is death.
You may see Los Angeles as a pipe dream,
But it’s the only place for me.
And so much more healthy.
I’ve never known how peace would feel,
Or even known if it was real,
Until I woke up in LA
And didn’t want to die that day.
I have never felt at home,
Until when I went to WeHo,
I know I could do so much more,
If living wasn’t s...
In a world of wealth and grandeur, I once did reside,
A pompous, judgmental man, with arrogance as my guide.
But alas, fortune turned its back, and left me in dismay,
For the scales of justice tipped, and my riches slipped away.
For the next few weeks I’m stuck with poor folks,
Completely unaware how I’ll survive,
This feels like a coax.
I can’t believe people really live like this,
Have they no p...
once i felt as though
i held the world in the palm of my hand
and now i can hardly breathe
from under the weight of its crushing boot
i had everything
with no need to do anything
but now i find
i don’t know how to do much at all
i burn everything i touch
or rather, everything i make on the stove
i always used to have someone
to make my lovely meals
i never had to lift a finger
but it seems t...
Having the world at my fingertips,
Life’s riches at my personal disposal.
Now it is though I’m Atlas,
holding the world I used to own
On my shoulders.
The weight I carry is unbearable,
Beating me down, day after day.
I used to bathe in the eyes of glory.
Now, I cower in the shadows.
As if I’m a stray dog, begging for scraps,
Fighting at the bottom of the food chain.
Will I escape this Pan...
Having it all
A phrase used far to much.
To assume
All is something that can be obtained.
But greed was my right
By birth and by breed
To be brought so low
It is something I cannot endure.
The shame
It is more than I can bear to shoulder.
Seeing my peers
My peers no longer.
Brought so low
By hubris and by pride.
I will not let them see me
I will not let failure win.
I will carry forward
And con...
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