I gain my enjoyment from the finer things
Expensive restaurants, cigars, and cars my fabled fare
My suits are imported from the finest shops
No simple hair stylist do I allow to touch my hair
I stand aloof when in a big crowd
Separation from the masses is truly a must
I’d feign deafness to not talk to a stranger
Speaking only to those wealthy enough to earn my trust
People disdain me for the things I have
They berate me for being rich and having excess
Surely if places were reversed they’d just agree
For being wealthy is better they surely would confess
I have no remorse for being as I am
Never to fear the thought of losing a home
Yet when they go to enjoy their families
It is only then riches mean nothing if all alone
