enough for all
up on the wall
my whole life
been this way
the shops are stocked
the cabinets locked
at close of business day
yet living people sleep in rags
'neath bridges by the bay
while lamborghinis dot the skies
in towers built for play
i've been inside the places
where they keep the crazy men
i've been told that i can leave
that i'm no longer like them
but leaving my jaw dropped
as my head tilted up to find
we all seem to be applauding
the lamborghini in the sky