Living the high life
nothing but fortune
and fame.
Money coming out the
yingyang. Only the
esqusite taste is fine
by them you see.
Upscale houses a top
of high-rises in the
city of lights you'll find
them laping luxury
over anything else
what a life it really
must be.
Thank the gods
that I live in my own
reality!
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