I Write Poetry
[b][i]Fortune & Prestige[/i][/b]
We are the children born
from the sperm of Envy
& our mother is Greed
Our stomachs are power-hungry
we feed on others' decadence
& use their skulls as wine glasses
We wring out their lungs
& collect the tar that exudes
from them in our bathtub
so we can hide their bodies under
We use purple euro banknotes
to wipe the blood
& burn them right after
We smuggle Erechtheum stones
solely to use them as coasters
& throw them into the street bins
We are the newly-rich, pourri gâtés
showing our teeth to your suffering
& ready for you to imitate us
We are the children born
from the sperm of Envy
& our mother is Greed
Our stomachs are power-hungry
we feed on others' decadence
& use their skulls as wine glasses
We wring out their lungs
& collect the tar that exudes
from them in our bathtub
so we can hide their bodies under
We use purple euro banknotes
to wipe the blood
& burn them right after
We smuggle Erechtheum stones
solely to use them as coasters
& throw them into the street bins
We are the newly-rich, pourri gâtés
showing our teeth to your suffering
& ready for you to imitate us