Our prophet is profit.
And our master is Mastercard 💳.
There’ll be no visa without a visa card 💳.
The modern day count is still a cunt.
The poor have wagers with their wages,
While the rich bitch about them on empty beaches.
Class is like a glass 🍷 ceiling,
It’s difficult to go through.
Control is now in the hands of those who constantly troll.
And March only comes around once a year.