The Rich Man Thinketh

I’ve developed a nasty growth,

A blighting blob of bloat

Called a sense of self-importance.

I have a strong desire to gloat.

Considering my presence

On this great orb on which we float

I realize how unhealthy this is,

Yet I’ll still buy that fur coat.

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