when wealth was a social law,
The official concern today
revolves around the poor.
The sexual fancies and wild emotions,
Have now become interesting studies
While the rich become jealous
Cannot live with this rejection
They would like to be the object of concern
But idleness has no value of its own
Their methodology of conspicuous
rubies is now commonplace
is that wealth in its fear
Is the source of destruction,
For the wealthy, life is built on its chair
That you had more than just a dime
But now that present scholars
working on some safely poor project.
become a sad victim of neglect.
They have got so much yet to
Every month they would take a pleasure trip
to gamble away sums of money
Coasting and toasting and
boasting to be recognized.
they are faced with extinction
for wealth in itself is no sort of distinction
It is sad when a high class broad,
Ravaged by gross ill health,
Throws she pride overboard,
Then combining her rank and wealth,
With obesity, swollen, tortured face,
They owed large sums of money
trying to procure some loving
But love is just a thing,
flashing cars and counting calories
In an effort to create an aspect
and their rank to gain acceptance
Yet that feeling of guilt from
night after night keep them
Morning heartaches are too much