when the margins are filled
but the page remains blank
empty barrels a'rolling
the epitome of swank
with your gold and your diamonds
and coloured hair flair
all your tinted accessories
and plastic dental care
of passion, of rage
you rave on your crate
but it's only cash that keeps you
bound to a nobody's fate
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