The world is at your feet
what more could you need?
sparkling wines in crisp displays,
golden tickets to fame in pricey arrays
the high life is your muse
stocks flying up and down the top news
shopping the globe with just a flick of the finger,
you've turned swell at the expense of others

***** and women quite too loose might calm you down
after the inevitable crash you go back as the society's clown
with the very last of your pride going stale
and everyone mocking your sorry tale
bear it, you are defeated
this was the life you created
as you filled the gaping void inside of you
with the aimless throes and desires of
one who is disgraced, of one who sought
himself in everything that the world
could foolishly offer him