Well..... You..... Live in El Dorado And your pocket’s full of gold You live a life of ease and peace of mind You pay the taxman whining And you cuss at the TV Your favorite singer’s twerking While you quaff your pale ale Your lobster bisque is tepid And the ice in your tea melted Well..... Your..... World crashed around you Your day is beyond ruined Your heart is so damn heavy in your chest Your shrink is on vacation Your masseuse has arthritis And your kids have not yet chosen their pronouns So..... You..... Rant about unfairness And you ask yourself the question “Why are bad things always happening to me?” You cry onto the shoulders Of your Facebook loyal readers And they comfort you with hearts and huggy faces Well..... You..... Live on people’s handouts Your kids don’t get no learning There ain’t no schools poor enough for them Their stomachs’ always bloated They don’t get enough to eat The water that they drink is hot and muddy But..... The..... Peace Corps’ on the way Bringing Western cheer and hope The people of the USA are with you Their AC keeps them nice and cool They give you pics of presidents To hang upon your.....wall? And..... They..... Get all smug and happy Knowing that they’ve done their part They’ve adopted little Oswald For nineteen bucks a month They kaffeeklatsch at Starbucks Drinking foofoo coffee lattes And making plans for next year’s cruise to Palma While..... You..... See no future beyond today No hope for food or bedstraw Your tinroof radiates the awful heat You send the kids to scrounge around The dumps and trash and sewers For whatever might bring in a coin or two They..... Have..... Never heard of Wendy’s Chik-Fil-A, or Burger King, They’ll never even dream of Santa Claus They’ll grow up poor and hungry Living hand to mouth each day And hope their leaders don't cut off their heads But..... The..... Western World has taught them how to beg.