Vain Odium

I’m perched upon the highest branch,
Plucking the fruits of my dreams.
I feel a pull on my leg from down,
Yeah, I see through your schemes.
It took me everything to climb up here,
Which you’ll never have, sonny!
Its my talent that has brought me here,
Not my dad’s money.

My mom and dad weren’t loaded,
They had a thankless life.
Thankless job, anxious bed,
Pills and food in strife.
Yet they never surrendered,
Their tears told me “Fight back, honey! ”
Class is what I got from them,
Not their money.

You’re all riled up, I’m doing a job so fine,
The same job you have, but you fail to shine.
You forgot we were there at the same starting line,
We’re not so different you and I, just I have a stronger spine.
You think I achieved all these with my days always sunny?
Darkest nights are what I got through,
Not my money.

I know how to talk to people, they like me back,
Sometimes it makes things easy, yeah its kinda hack.
I use everything I’m good at, in an efficient way,
You could’ve too, but didn’t, so just stay away.
You question my ways, you spread rumors so funny!
My nerves are that which got me here,
Not my money.

You were born with a silver spoon, yet you persistently fail,
I earned mine and that makes you riot like hell?
Who the heck are you to tell me what I should do?
I couldn’t care less if you say you disapprove!
Go back to your cave with your thoughts all corny,
And let me savour my hard earned gifts of triumph;
And money.