i look at your
finger
my friend your
diamond is bigger
than
that walnut
where did you
get that?
and how?
do not blame me
for asking
that question
we belong to the same
class
and i ain't have
any
something's wrong somewhere
definitely not my envy
no way
do not ever think of it
it is this how and why
which still bother me...
the diamond ring
is a shame to the poverty of our masses....
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