The Joke
God's a comedian
Life's the joke
Materialism and vanity,
Greed is our yoke.

Our world is a paradox indeed
The poor fool drinks away merrily.
But in the house built on greed,
the executive finds nothing but misery.

Throughout history, it's been the same,
the peasant sings in jubilation.
But in the palace built on fame,
The prince clutches his cyanide in anticipation.

On my leather couch, in my silk robe,
million dollar condo, lexus I own.
But alone, though I travel the globe,
Seeds of my depression are sown.

We go through life living a lie,
riches, glory, fame will make you merry.
But ask those of whom the world the can buy,
their souls live in poverty.