Royalty
From those who inherent royalty to those who envy it
On the pedestal the rich will sit
Laugh now, cry later
For those who do not sit on the throne, become a common hater
The jewels and riches with all of its lavish appeal
See those that have it all, lose the sense of thrill
What can you give a man that has the world in his grasp?
Everything is affordable, there is no object he can not clasp
Sitting high, mighty, and divine
Close to the heavens, above the infamous cloud nine
Those who envy are forced to sit and observe
While his wealth irks and plucks their nerve
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