Condescension
A traffic jam at 2 am?
I'm tired, money's good, but damned!
Is misfortune a thing with me?
A fallacy unknown maybe.
Recalled the time iPhone at max
An accident my old was cracked
Or day my rags compelled I splurge
The day some Prada had to surge
In Dubai, Grab’s copter went down.
Scam I smelled, camels just around.
Paid Bed’uin gold, or wait till light.
Cold dirty camel ride through night
All I met say I’m blessed and rich
But life with peace I’ll rather switch
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