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Hey Joe....
I want to tell you a little secret;
only it's one you don't have to keep.
You're just as important as that guy on Wall Street,
He's got habit's he too needs to beat,
only his come in packages that smell cologne sweet.
It's not the famous or societies elite,
that have immunity against personal defeat.
They just hide it better,
until some reporter let's their private sins leak.

Riches aren't always obtained by maintaining a good name.
Some would sell their soul,
that's a steep price to pay.
They stop at their favourite bar to mix with their peers,
and carry on affairs with the cute waitress upstairs.
While a lonely wife is perchance totally unaware.
Do they have feelings, morals, do they really care?

Perhaps pride,
greed and ambition,
top the take along list
for a one way moral mission.
Sins all the same,
a bad stench by any name.

On the street,
at least they would be free.
In theory anyway.
Instead of living in self-made padded prisons.
Thinking money stands for wisdom.
Materialism only creates deeper,
deadlier divisions.

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