Spoilt Little Rich Girl Poem by Shaun Cronick

What you frivolously spend in a day,
It takes reality people years to earn.
Mercedes, Dior, Chanel, and Vuitton,
Desired by others who you avoid and spurn.

You're a rich girl daddy's little rich girl,
Who treats all others like a dirty doormat
So selfish, self-centred a simple rich bitch,
Thinking you're so special when really a brat

They say that people can change,
Perhaps they see a bright light.
Guides them to be a better person,
Leaving behind a greedy parasite.

A true phoenix from the ashes,
As you rise to take your place.
In your heart care and compassion,
And hope written on your face.