I am one of those low in the social rank
Due to a credit card owing money to a bank
But i do laugh and in the shower i do sing
And i have lived for to see another Spring
There are millions who are far worse off than i
Of hunger left slowly for to starve and die
Life is tough for many in the bigger World out there
And poor people are to be found everywhere
Many do daydream of great wealth and renown
Who would wish to be the poorest of the town
For to be a loser anyone would never choose
But in life for every winner many have to lose
I am lucky to have a roof over my head
And i never envy people who are dead.
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