Life’s not an easy ride for most rich kids
They must fight their way up, with dirty tricks.
Sure, there are helping hands which bunk them up –
But if you start to fall, those hands uncup
And let you crack the pavement pretty hard.
From heights you never scaled, you’ll be regarded
As a dim-wit, an embarassment, or worse
The family-failure. It’s social status in reverse
Where the rich man’s head for heights not there
He has to fight for his life, and this life’s not fair.