The House is found on Paradise’s shore
Away from nations called “Reality”.
You’ll never look upon the puny poor
Whose days are filled with bleak banality–
Including picking dimes up off the floor
To pay the trains or buses’ trifling fee
And working sev’ral dreary daily jobs
To buy oneself some frozen corn on cobs.
Impoverished people, honest stars believe,
Have sunken low ’cause low they’ve always aimed.
The wisest stars, who never would deceive,
Insist the lowly lice should be ashamed
For envying what famous folks receive.
Who’d not agree with all they’ve sagely claimed?
They’ve worked so hard to earn their billion bucks
By playing chance and giving secret sucks .
Delirious from scarlet fev-er,
My client, Mister Justin Bieb-er,
Recorded clips one tragic day
About him joining triple K—
Canadian for “Kylie, Kim,
And Kourtney”—all admired by him.
His words have been quite misconstrued,
And his defamers will be sued.