The Ultra Elite
There are some secret people in fancy clothes
Being all lost outside this odd child like scene
With their lovely apparel, out of place those
As their deep fathoms they never seemed too keen
They have developed the elite, a true rush
Higher than the wealthy, painted with a brush
Trying to make the normal be their servants
Highly presumptuous, an awful movement
Russell Sivey
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