Drinking wine
Eating lobster
Relaxing under blue skies
And the poor man cries
Going to the club
Driving the sports car
Wearing suites and ties
And the poor man cries
Living in a mansion
Taking vacations
Eating cakes and pies
And the poor man cries
He is alone
No friends or family
Has nothing to live for
Is not healthy or clean
Cannot get food
So he lays there and dies
And no one cries
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