He always loved to write

But when he came to college and saw the writers 

with their dirty hair and torn clothes

he threw his pen and paper away

and so he looked around and saw

The doctors, whose beneviolent behavior disgusted him 

but whose car's appearence intrigued him 

The Lawyers, whose law suits bored him

but whose Armeni ones enthralled him 

The Engineers, whose math confused him 

but their large rings he understood 

And so at fity, he saw his face made ugly 

By plastic surgeries, corperate burgarlary, and so many hurried things

Once so clear, his life was a hopless cloud

muddled by fancy cars, TV stars and high end bars

and he could not quite tell why it was 

He loathed himself as his fortune grew bigger

But as for his wife,

He secretly hated her because she was a gold digger