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The Rich and Famous


Short days and long nights.

Interesting faces in bars and red-eye flights.

Living life with such great heights.

Is that life something more than they bargained for?

Or maybe they have landed ashore 

to their own paradise.

A paradise that gives you the option to say fuck the price.

Nothing is limited and there is no belief in the primitive.

Forget about what is real,

believe its a dream and the only three senses that exist are sight, audio

and feel.

Their deal has already been sealed.

Their biggest fish has already been reeled.

What about their past?

It was probably worse than some of ours

full of crime and drugs that were dealed.

Moral of the story; if you can't beat them, join them

because life is too small of a jem 

that is commonly put to waste.

Be a lifestyle chef and fill it full of taste.

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