And what does make it mean?
Other than to have the freedom to do what you want,
Without having to live lean,
Without having to wonder if you will still,
Be able to do what you want later,
Because you're now just taking the chance,
That you'll somehow have the same freedom in a year.
Which you won't unless you are,
Of a very, very small group,
As it is now, as it has always been,
Until there is some kind of real coup,
That makes it alright,
To be born anywhere,
And still have as much comfort as someone with,
A silver spoon serving up his fare.
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