In exchange for a little more money
You can have the healthier
Happier life
That the weatherly deserve
You made it rain
You've set yourself up as the sun
And our gratitude is as your disposal
The fee is no longer relevant to you
One hundred pennies may as well
Be one hundred seconds of the blizzard
You brought last winter
To the unsuspecting but surely sinful residents
Of your home and work
Bear down, you said,
discipline, hard labor, and loyalty
will bring you the life you wonder why you can't have.
Your Babbitalities are your closest kin,
Now that your family sees what you've become
Whining your insistence into another microphone that you purchased
You insist, vehemently, that life is the way it is
And this is your best possible world
Roman Ryan 