I live in a rich man's jail No cot, but a king-sized bed All the bars are mirrors Policed by maids instead Elsewhere, extends a great balcony (Not a pitiful, little window) To spit on the ants of humanity Huddling free on the streets far below Often, I'm ordered to my rub(ber) room Under the watchful hands of Marl�ne Safely locked away from my wife, who's Estated back home in her den

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