the upper class

As with the hollowness of the sky
grows the  inner disabilities
and you crawl back to the pillow
with no sense of liabilities

It looks like you are working hard
and earning more
but in the end with a glass of whisky
the eyes are sore

And what about that jaguar parked in your garage?
do you still want to drive it?
the more you get distracted from the social norms
the harder you try to fit

It is all that emptiness that you hold in your house
filled with silver gold plastic and wood
you mourn the gap between what you do
and what you should!

And what about that pretty model?
do you still want  to take her to bed?
or is it just a trophy to show off
and it is your ego being fed

Does global warming concerns you?
or it dries up your throat ?
because somewhere you feel guilty
and crave for a life boat