Aristocracy
The rich are the popular
The popular are the elite
The elite are the privileged
They have no passion to succeed
To be in the aristocracy
I wanted for myself before
Till I realized that the popular
Were the rude and spiritually poor
Vile as red festering sores
So I’m fine to be socially poor
I have my own ambitions
To live to be in Heaven’s elite
Is better than any rich kid intuition
This poem is about:
Me
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