Look At You Haven'T You Done Well

Look at you haven't you done well With your custom built library office which smells if rich mahogany and many leather bound book's Isn't it amazing what money can buy An entire room of book's for the ignorant and illiterate A country mansion and more cars than garages and bespoke suits and watches than day's in the week With a trophy wife in check to adorn his arm And blessed with everything he ever dreamed of He still remained unfulfilled As all the money in the world could not buy the 1 thing he craved left remaining None of which he owned was earned His wealth his house his car's his freinds his wife At the end of the day it was all inherited And therefore worthless