A mildly jaded and cynical look at the class divid.
|There are people who are rich,
And people who are not.
The rich, they are the Kleenex
And they poor, they are the snot.
They take all of our money,
And give us only slums.
While they go up the steps to their mansions,
They are stepping over bums.
They pay them no mind,
They look the other way.
“Could you spare some change, mister?”
“Sorry, not today.”
They have so much damn money,
The bank can’t even hold it.
They carry around a wad so think,
They cannot even fold it.
These are the people,
Who are running our great land.
Ruling o’re our country,
Isn’t that just grand?
They desecrate and violate you,
In the name of progress.
They don’t care that you are hurting,
At least they have success.
If they keep up this action,
We will already in the Tribunal.
“World’s richest man died yesterday,
And nobody attended the funeral.”