I know how we all dream,
So much we want, to the extreme,
Will riches give joy?
I'm not just saying this to annoy,
I just want to know,
You want fame from that spot in the show?
Does that make everything change?
Now you have your own Manor Grange?
Fill it will rich, laced balconies,
Suits of armour and old tapestries,
Will happiness come from crystal?
Or will you just end up crying,
Your hand cradling a loaded pistol?
Is there really glory in riches and fame?
How about a Lord or Lady before your name?
Does it really matter!
It's just some bullshit patter?!
The questions you should ask,
Should be whether it's worth wearing a mask,
Or how pleasure can come from helping,
To allow hearts to start melting,
You just piss me off, your greed,
Always wanting, gone past need,
This society makes me despair!
The vain stupidity and selfishness makes me glare,
Don't you realise that you are not better,
Do not think little or judge that beggar,
You do not know him!
Who are you to condemn!
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