We feast upon glorious meals of cheap silver and used gold.
We rest our hearts on weekends by feeding the hungry mold.
We take our chances purchasing priceless clothes and shoes.
We thank ourselves for providing clean water as we chug down our booze.
We walk down crowded streets with small fortunes in our shopping bags.
We pride ourselves on the twenty cents we tossed in the coffee cups of hags.
We laugh at parties at posh hotels with our diamond glasses full of wine.
We feel accomplished as we convince a cop to make a squatter pay a fine.
We sleep on beds of dead dreams and fluff sewn across the sea.
We pretend not to hear as people speak of child labor and its perpetuity.
We hold our spoiled children in weak arms and hum a classic song.
We assure them, and ourselves, that we have nothing to do with what's wrong.
