I want to throw away my bling
It's empty, senseless and trifling
It has no life, it does not smile
It just a reason more to pile.
I want to grow some corn instead
And feed a planet and the dead
Feed every soul with my good deeds
And plant some words as precious seeds.
I want to live in Barbados
And play the slave and then the boss
I want to play my unique game
Of selfless egotistic fame.
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