Clear and Loud

“I got this car, on my birthday, What did you get?” Said the shade gray. “Nothing too specific,” was my reply Compared to the red Maserati with that guy And this gave him another chance to sneer Car keys in one hand, another had a beer. He just needs a chance To brag and feel proud About things he didn’t buy That is clear and loud. “Can I touch it,” I heard a friend pray. “But if something happens, you will have to pay.” Burning in my belly was a fire red hot When test seasons began, everything he forgot. I want to seek a chance to show him that he is vain, His car, his money, throw them all in drain. Calling others names, Your parents allowed You are poor at other games That is clear and loud. Filled with self-importance, he is selfish and mean Lies and frames others, insecurity is in his gene. Stating like a chatterbox, cloaked in foolish gown, Never does he succeed, put pulls others down The car’s red will fade and so will his chauvinism The truth will soon splash about his materialistic romanticism So let me give you quid pro quo Wrapping your hypocrisy in shroud Your self-occupation will soon go That is clear and loud. You may think you are rich, but you are poorest at heart The bird won’t see what it is shitting on, be it car or cart, This money, this attitude and cheapness go hand-in-glove What will be left out is what you earned with love You may hide your weakness in the cloak of show off When you will stand on your feet, nothing will be left off You will realize all of it When you will stand alone in the crowd The cloth will be too large to knit That is clear and loud.