I do so envy
your cloud dwelling existence
Embracing all that loose
leisure time
the cerebral life affords
Soaking up the fine arts
Contemplating philosophy
Sipping your lattes
at the Ethereal Cafe
Tis no wonder
you float above
us mud dwelling types
who are forever destined to be
mired
in the desperate reality
your society ignores
Looking down
with the puffy bewilderment
only the out of touch share
So how's the fucking weather up there?
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