there are reasons why
we have gone to other places
they mistook us as hedonists as
people who have no pity for money
squandering time and lusting
on the views of the lakes and yachts
despite the hunger of other people
somewhere in Africa
and the recession in America in Greece
the workers are striking
people pretend that they know our hearts
and they condemn us
that they know the language of our minds
and they make conclusions
ah, we live our lives the way we want it
we know our hours
and they are short.
but we do not mind them
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