Your banker’s a wanker,
Your wife’s hooked on dice.
Your kids (that survived)
Are lawyers by day
And head-hunters
By night, high on the
Government dole.
Nothing you own is
Worth being sold,
Your work’s sub-par
Even for waste.
To top it all off,
Your thoughts they are stale,
And your every shot at
Suicide fails.
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