I cruised in their hell
while they can only rubber neck
still adorned in Versace not worn jeans
gold time piece and trappings that's customary
what do you have in your heaven do tell us
noses buried in angst and jealousy
warped inadequate minds only capable of hating
wasted time and wasted efforts dredging muck and mud
your passionate inferiority fueling your pain and insignificance
with opportunities galore still cannot better yourself
reduced to hiding and throwing mud
a black cruises while you curses
tell us bwana, do speak up  bwana
who's in hell.....