So proud of what they are for sure
Riding high and looking smug
Out in front and overbearing
As stragglers struggle chug and lug
Collecting grand essentials
For a stash down in the crypt
On the lookout for that one more thing
Ensuring fortunes tightly gripped
They hanker for the brightest lights
Crave domination’s grand desire
Bestowed with mighty accolades
The one and only they admire
That’s not for you it doesn’t suit
Look at us we’ll show you how
Our sense of style and fashion guile
Tell us you lack that sense of wow
Is that the best that you can do
Is that all you aim to give me
A paltry plate of which you make us wait
We need much more you will agree
Can’t you see how much you madden us
Never do what you are told
We’ll return you to that nasty place
For daring ever to be bold
All in all no need for us to rush
We take our time as we demure
Our measured pace will interlace
And let the desperate endure
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