I need one two-room flat,
one second hand car,
from mall I buy my dress.
I know
how to save-
I can eat less.
Education means marksheet
and learning is foul.
Creativity and prosperity are fake;
money is all.
You may have or have not-
show, show and show.
It's time for you to rise
but don't grow.
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That is true. If you have lots of money no one cares for your education. Nicely inked.