So You think you’ll feel fulfilled? Serving unto swine. Living life on hope.
That the approval of others will fill the hole in your spine. The part of you that’s forever longing. When not even true love or the bearing of children could resign.
You still feel the emptiness, Deep down inside. Despite the job that pays well. And your abundance of free time.
You feel poorer and poorer. Forever stuck, in your luxurious confines. Well our collective hearts bleed for you.
The ones who live without a dime. With no fucking prospects. Or chance to live a life free of grime.
They’ll never know what it feels like to live life on the decline. And as for the severely crippled. Who cares that the’ll spend the rest of there lives drooling and forever Supine.
What would they know about true pain. Of existing in a unforgiving world. that crushes you every time you open your eyes.
They may have their flares of agony. And bouts of despair. But your damn near out of wine.
Who knows what other horrors await you. The further up the social ladder you climb. May any further bad luck pass you all together.
Where it’ll probably seep to the bottom. infecting plenty of innocents. And those in their prime.
No worries, I’m sure the’ll be fine. But now is your time. To stop with all you have in abundance would be a crime.
I mean who cares about waking up in the morning? If you can’t see the sun shine. Living a life less than sublime.
I guess it’s just not worth your efforts. To straighten that spine. And continue to push forward.
Deeper into the unknown. To see what you would find.
THE RICHER THE FOOL
