Rolling Through a Royce
Looking at four wheels
roof running a rich black line
all being covered
in fine white.
Facing the Spirit of Ecstasy
trying to look beyond
wondering what could be better
realizing definetly not those horses.
Searching the inside
searching for those stars
that can only be seen
at a twelve thousand cost.
Curtains closed,
as well as doors.
Oh why should I bother to do it myself
when a single push of a button, can do it by itself.
Electrical seats
HD TV
Champagne bottles
why shall I ask for more?
Oh but what can I do,
if I'm just looking through a screen in YouTube.
But I know
working hard
will pay the price.
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