There you sit on your bejeweled throne
Malignant as cancer in the marrow of the bone
A hedonist drunk with the nectar of power
You even have rule over when I take a shower
Slap me with your empowered pimp hand
And serenade me with the facade of your inharmonious band
Come down to our lower echelon
Perhaps we may be able to bond
I'll teach you the rudiments of humanity
And perhaps you'll understand why we lack sanity
Understand we are all united
I suppose I can then cease being frightened
Become educated with books
And cease with your dirty looks
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