I'm in an un-tied kingdom
It's one step above a fiefdom
The pandemic was sunny
We all dripped honey
Of good intentions
Towards one another
Because we were all in the same situation
Let off the shackles
And we're free to the rugby tackles
We have no way to relate other than
One-upmanship
I must do better than my neighbour
We must rise above in rank
Or order
We must fit back into the class
borders
Keep the King at the top
But what you need is money
Look at these whores
Go after it
Jostling for position
But I am no better am I?
I am as greedy as the next son of a bitch
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