Sitting comfortably with the poor man as your footstool
Your feet heavy on his back from your pricey shoes
Laughing in your high back chair calling him a fool
For believing all the lies you paid for in the news
As you drain your scotch and give your Cuban a puff
You thank your money for your luxurious days
Your god the dollar has given you more than enough
Yet you persist with your insatiable ways
But just as you ease into inebriated bliss
Your footstool begins to rumble
You’re certain that nothing could be amiss
Until your Berluti’s take a tumble
The poor man has risen from his subjugation
Back straightened and quite discontent
You arrogantly remind him of his station
But his resolve you could not circumvent
You call out to the almighty dollar for deliverance
But it was he who caused your descent
Now you must pay for your indifference
To the needs of the 99%
Your feet heavy on his back from your pricey shoes
Laughing in your high back chair calling him a fool
For believing all the lies you paid for in the news
As you drain your scotch and give your Cuban a puff
You thank your money for your luxurious days
Your god the dollar has given you more than enough
Yet you persist with your insatiable ways
But just as you ease into inebriated bliss
Your footstool begins to rumble
You’re certain that nothing could be amiss
Until your Berluti’s take a tumble
The poor man has risen from his subjugation
Back straightened and quite discontent
You arrogantly remind him of his station
But his resolve you could not circumvent
You call out to the almighty dollar for deliverance
But it was he who caused your descent
Now you must pay for your indifference
To the needs of the 99%
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