Going through life
With lots of money
And a trophy wife
Taxes are no worry
Which my lawyers
Fix in a hurry
I give to the poor
Just enough to keep
Them away from my door
Take as much profit
As I can get
Then fly off to spend it
In a corporate jet
Of course I have more
Than I ever will need
An endless surplus
To feed my power
Nurture my greed
Going through life
As one of the rich
I don’t look behind
Or below, which
Would only remind
That life’s a bitch
For those with less
Who can’t buy happiness
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