Being Rich Is Hard

Sometimes I wonder whether I’m doing the right thing, laughing at the poor. But then I remember that they’re not as rich as me, so it makes it okay.
But then there is still a feeling in my gut that maybe when I call there little home “cozy” I’m really just being a jerk instead of kind. But then I look at the statue of a horse made of money in my room, and I remember that if really I was so bad, how come I have so much money?
Sometimes I like to think of myself like a superhero. Like Bruce Wayne. But instead of fighting criminals I fight the wealth gap. I steal from the poor and give to myself.
But what’s important to know is that I earned my wealth. I’m not some sort of lazy bones. It was very hard for me to accept all of my parents cash after their mysterious death. I’m just saying it’s not easy getting a mysterious death to happen.

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That’s me. Laughing at you.

The moral of the story is don’t look down on rich people, we’re just as good as the rest of you. And also when you’re looking down on us it’s embarrassing, because we’re actually bending down. And then we stand up real tall, and you’re thinking ‘Wow! I guess I never should have looked down on the rich’.
Anyway, that’s what I’d do if I was rich.

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