The fat cats live among us, atop the highest hills; they don't take generic, inexpensive pills. Money is no object, it must be wonderful; to be above the simple, middle-class or dull. They're gated and secure, locked up in their own space; you don't know them personally, only by their face. They are the ones that rule by the power of the dollar; they've degrees you do not have, the educated scholar. The money grabbing miser, who sits upon his throne; who seldom sees his neighbor, and does not throw a bone.