Not as Cute as Me
He looked at me with a dazzling smile,
Feeling envious without a money source.
Gradually falling into poverty, with no hope of survival.
Faith without work is useless... though.
Looking to the heavenly sky like the forgotten prodigal son.
Perpetuating evil to fill his disgusting sentiment,
Wishing to be rich without a mechanic effort,
Calibrating success with zero income.
With or without an attitude that draws zero attention—
As if he is as cute as me.
Riding a Rolls-Royce made of sand,
Gnashing his teeth like he lost ten thousand,
Feeling himself like he has won ten thousand.
Though he has a lovely purse,
Filled with vacuum—only not to be void.
Not as cute as me.
Ha ha ha.
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