Opulence is theft
No one can earn what isn’t left
Land of opportunity
A chance to take
A chance to break
A chance to make
An adequate life
If you’re lucky
If you’re plucky
If you’re fucky
And not afraid of the muck
Most of us get stuck
Don’t forget to duck
Bob and weave
Bringing in the sheaves
Into the oligarch’s storehouse
So he can starve the churchmouse
For king and his country
Or boss and his company
Or pastor and his ministry
Sitting atop citizenry
Bowed and broken
Lucky to be a token
Eat the rich
If you must survive
Did you die?
No one batted an eye
Eat the poor
To clear the streets
Gather around
So we can finally meet
Opulence is theft
Hidden in a cleft
Of a rock the poor can’t afford to climb
Maybe you’ll get ever so lucky this time
Or just sit over there
Going insane in a chair
Next to Christ with blond hair
And the makeup that she wears
Counting the same bills daily
While your skin grows scaly
Feeling more than normally faily
Adrift at sea with no saily
Stack it up
Higher than ceilings
Fuck the poor
And their damn feelings
Can you count this gold?
Can you weigh this stock?
Can you breathe a mansion?
Can you eat a faceful of shock?
I saw "opulence is theft" in a Facebook comment recently. On this night, the phrase popped into
my head and the rest just streamed out.