You think it means something
That you're rich?
Well it does...
...And it doesn't
It doesn't mean you have style
Or substance
Or something extra
That the rest of us
Don't have
Just because you're rich
There are still things you can't buy
An intellect
A charming smile
Your boyfriend's loyalty
Just because you have a nice house
Where you can throw dinner parties
And have friends over
And take photos with everybody holding wine
And smirking at the camera
That doesn't mean that in ten years
You won't be all alone
Scrolling down your Facebook timeline
Wondering what happened
What happened is this:
You'll get old
Very old
And money won't stop that
And it won't stop your looks
From falling off you
Like a glass jar off a poorly built shelf
And ultimately, though money can keep one or two gold-diggers around
For a few years
Even gold-diggers want their checking account
To belong to someone
They can parade around a little
Money can't keep hair on your head
Or fat off your front
Or your pecs from turning into breasts
Or your forehead from falling down onto your face
And if you try to correct any of this
Everyone will know
And then you'll that guy
The guy who got--gasp--surgery
You can have the nicest things
And go on the nicest vacations
And present yourself as someone
Who really has their shit together
But the fact is--
You can't spell
You don't read
And one day you're going to be the fifty-year-old guy
At the concert full of fourteen-year-olds
And that's going to be really fucking creepy
So you can keep buying furniture
And cars
And a house
And all the costumes you want
You can make everyday Halloween
And you can show up at the party
As the guy who isn't a fucking mess
Underneath all the hundred dollar bills
But the thing about trash is
No matter how much you pile on top of it
The stink still rises up
And I can already smell you
A mile away
So yeah, it's great that you're rich
It certainly doesn't hurt
But as far as what it means?
Well it doesn't mean much
It doesn't mean you're worth
Anything
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