If everything becomes dust Dust is everything If everything is worth nothing Nothing is worth everything Which means everyday I do nothing but collect dust I am bearing the weight of the world And containing the extent of its expansive wealth On the tiniest of my fingers
What a hoax, Wealthy politicians, Winning votes to represent the poor, How are any of them fools Even close to a representative? How can they possibly know what it really means to be the people who need representing?
I'll tell you exactly how: Tell them what they want to hear to win the popular vote. Be charismatic and charming in your woes. Don't let your lack of authenticity show. Tell them what they want to hear, So your own ego grows.
Now that I'm on the topic, It certainly doesn't have to be a rich man to...