The materialistic slave

This poem is about how much better it is to be free than to be rich and materialistic.

You look down your crooked nose at me,
as if i was an anoying little flea.
You are rich as you get more pay,
you see i am rich in another way.
You are bitter and obsessed with fame,
but i am happy with no money to my name.
You spend money without a thought,
but I appreciate what i've got.
You are old and running out of time,
but i am young and in my prime.

I am free and i feel so alive,
a feeling you have been deprived.
I know how to love and how to care,
you know only how to hate and stare.
I know of laughter and joy,
you know only to distroy.
But you will never distroy me,
because i am happy, cant you see?

Fame and money is what you crave,
I am free but you are a slave.
I have family and friends in this city,
it's not anger i have for you it's pitty.
Your eyes are filled with jealousy,
as i jump up and be free!