The rich are the popular

The popular are the elite

The elite are the privileged

They have no passion to succeed

To be in the aristocracy

I wanted for myself before

Till I realized that the popular

Were the rude and spiritually poor

Vile as red festering sores

So I’m fine to be socially poor

I have my own ambitions

To live to be in Heaven’s elite

Is better than any rich kid intuition