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Solar systems apart

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We all strive to stay alive ,
people work hard to survive,
were all bees in the hive .
Some get nowhere ,
one shirt to wear ,
no bus fare,
their penurious,
with only stories to share ,
ready to tell you destitution it waits to ensnare.
Then theres people who do nothing,
they seem to have all of everything .
They infuriate ,
as they castigate,
those who didnt recieve things on a gold rimmed plate.
Platinum spoons ,
cornise adorned ,
hardwood floored ,
ballrooms.
Ornate spindled stairs,
crimson studded ,
velvet rose budded ,
antique mahogany chairs,
French windows,
banquets and barbecues,
ostentatious dress ,
and laughing that bellows .
Bugle blowing,
fat cheeks glowing ,
as they canter through a glade ,
just waiting to recieve ,
a much aspired accolade .
To act like that ,
so phoney in a top hat ,
try earning your money ,
before you tie your evening cravat.
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