I saw my country growing into its prime For I’m educated and elegant and all is fine As I recline in cushy shoes that others shine The view from the top is so sublime And the fashion in season is devilishly divine But some fools shout from time to time Wanting us to spy the crust and grime They are losers, for winners never whine And I change the channel and sip on wine For it helps me to unwind And refocus my precious mind On all the money I can mine From my country growing into its prime
Fractured mental states in many diverse states, reeling from those that they can't relate