“Maybe the poor deserve their lot.
And the rich their loot.
A simple story about what happens in this life
When you don’t make an effort
And when you do.
Maybe the chips have fallen in a way
That need not be contended.
Maybe inequality is actually fair
And everyone should stop whining.
If you look closely
You might see that it forms a symmetrical shape
Like a perfect sphere
Where everything is just as it should be.
Pure.
Penury and luxury
Coexisting in perfect balance.”

Please. Give me a break.