Being Poor in Christmas
Why may I suffer,
Without any supper?
For I am poor
When I knock at your door
You answer and look at me with fear.
Don't worry I say
I just want some Christmas cheer
You all would just say sorry
Here in the garrage is a Ferrari
Why thank you but Christmas will never be the same.
Without a home, tree, all I have is myself to blame.
I left my family thinking I knew it all,
I wanted a job, but all I got was me to the wall
Now down my face comes a tear
All I ever wanted was some Christmas cheer.
Sincerely,
Nobody