Money is an Enemy

So this small individual boy has so much money

Who can call himself living in Detroit how Fancy

His parents are millionaires I don't care supposedly

Then how come in school his hair is all messy

Ben the boy is also dumb thinks hes cool but call him crazy

Trust me he is used around like a classroom tool Eventually

He thinks hes cool but fused into a fool his will is to gain popularity

The guy stinks jump into a pool he will always be a virgin until hes ninety

When he say hi the others go bye still at hallway imagine if he was not ugly

He gets upset unhappily goes to his family fragile like a little baby

I set to supposedly choose between sample of skittles or cadbury

Was making my brain go all mentally loose go through puzzles poorly

I asked my parents for a portion of juice and some noodles politely

Gulped into the fried food tasted good yum asked my parents about the money

They halted they had a bad mood slapped my bum and sent me to my room quietly