Strutting with your stuck up butt up in the air,
Like others...
Struck by foreclosed homes in suburbia,
Appearing everywhere.
And you have the nerve to ask those 'have nots'
If they have any change to spare?
While using pots they've got to piss in...
To leave them pretensed with your penniless flair.
Should say something to you,
About a way of life more missed!
And in need for your severe,
Re-evaluation!
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