I’m sitting in my room alone
With my as-yet unreleased to the public smart phone.
I’m sitting on my couch alone
Deciding which game to play of the many video games that I own.
I’m sitting in my bed so-so alone
In my king-size bed with bazillion count sheets that were hand-sewn.
I’m sitting in my kitchen, you guessed it, alone
I’m full of lobster and that cake is tempting me but first I’ll eat that scone.
I’m sitting in my luxury car so very alone
With my foot on the pedal (tickets are chump change) I’m speeding through this low-speed-limit zone.
I’m sitting in, what room is this, have I been in here before?, alone
This mansion was maybe too big for me – the fourteen bedroom villa I should’ve been shown.
I’m sitting in my yacht theoretically alone
Minus the crew, and the chef, and the masseuses, my loneliness makes me groan.
Well I’m listening to someone with way more money than me say ‘you can’t buy happiness,’ and I feel alone
Because yes, I can’t buy happiness, but at least you can try you marone.
Comments on: "You Can’t Buy Happiness" (1)
Great post today. I really enjoyed it.
Please read and share these “Memories of a Graduate” that I posted. You will enjoy this story very much.
Thanks again for sharing this.