The virtues of poverty are lost on me today. I am thoroughly fed up with it. I resent the amount of worry space it takes up in my brain. The constant niggling niggardly state it puts you in. The penny-pinching pecuniary punishments of poverty: I’m absolutely sick of them.
There's nothing virtuous about poverty, even if it guarantees safe passage through the eye of a needle. I'd like a little more paradise here on earth.
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