Thursday, April 27, 2017

Ascending Down

It's not so much the heat,
It's the humidity,
It's not so much that I'm a hated man,
As how it affects me,

Live and let live is the rich man's motto,
It's simple to afford,
Altruism's inversely related,
To how much life's horrid,

You must scrape together what you can,
For the necessities,
Talcom powder, shorts and very thick skin,
For the hatred one sees,
By those hated,
That is the irony,
Of course, spread the wealth evenly to all,
There will still be reason for jealousy.

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