The bitter bourgeoisie
With a world of riches
And MTV.
Silver eyes and silver spoons
In mouths that know no hunger.
Unsatisfied, yet free.

Gilded indolence seeps
Through my veins.
Lacklustre blood congeals,
Spilling glittering stains.
So clever, knowing nothing,
Stewing in idle gold
And petulance asks

What do you know?
Give me the stars,
Or the moon on a stick.
Give me it all,
Until I am rank with it.