“RICH APES” 16 April 1997

Your world of mobile phones
and spoilt baby girls
jetting to New York for the weekend
I’m alone
in my bedsit room
and you don’t even know
that we’re alive

One day soon,
it will all change
I will take your Harrods Bags
your Gucci Coffee and Cakes
and bonfire the lies
and fuck your plastic wives

You drip money
you know the price
but not the value
and you can never put a price on taste
or class
or intelligence

You Rich Apes.
You haven’t even fucking evolved.

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