I aspire to have all the money for myself,
f**k your kids and the national health.
I aspire to have a better place,
work harder, longer,
never see my child’s face.
I want a coffee machine that talks,
A dog too small for walks,
A car that parks itself
I only care about myself
If you don’t aspire for the same
Then I won’t take the blame
If you find cupboards bare
I won’t be the one to care.
Remember when aspirations were for more than riches
Well that won’t get you far now bitches
Love don’t make the world go round
Kindness doesn’t pay in pounds.
Mr Greedy is the winner
Mr Happy’s getting thinner.
And while our bank accounts grow fat
With unpaid tax and all of that
We can sit in luxury towers
Not caring about starving others.
Bollocks to all of the above.
Me?! I’m still about the love.
Share and care and fair and square’s
Not hoard it all without a care
Aspirations should be nobler,
than getting a new DFS sofa (in the sale that’s ending soon…)
I aspire for joy and beauty and freedom and equality and learning and failing all that I can always buy me an aspirational lifestyle on my brand new anarchy credit card. Never mind the APR mate.
That last bit doesn’t rhyme. This section of my blog is called crap poetry for a reason. I hate politicians using the word aspiration to mean solely aspiring to having more money and bigger mortgages. What happened to just aspiring to be happy eh?!
What do you aspire to?
Love Miss Cisco XXX