
Beautiful, If You’re Rich
Well isn’t it lovely, the way it was spun? They dressed up the guillotine, called it fun. Gold-leafed letters, inked in charm— While slipping the blade in beneath your arm. Oh, it’s big. It’s bold. It’s “beautiful” they say— If your worth is printed on a 1099 page. It’s beautiful… if you’re rich. If you’ve got stocks that never twitch. If your crisis comes with a private plane, And your worst day’s just a tax domain. It’s beautiful—this bill of lies, Where the poor get cuts, the wealthy rise. They wrote it smiling, inch by inch— Yeah, it’s beautiful… if you’re rich. They framed it as freedom, wrapped in grace, Then bulldozed the rest of the human race. They kissed the hands that fund their fights, Then turned off power for the working nights. You want healthcare? Prove you’re clean. You want shelter? Join their machine. But if you’ve got lawyers, yachts, and time— The law bends gently to your crime. It’s beautiful… if you’re rich. If lobbyists guard your every glitch. If you never wonder when rent’s due, 'Cause you bought the land they evicted you through. It’s beautiful—this velvet noose, Tight for us, but tailor-loose For every donor, every pitch— Yeah, it’s beautiful… if you’re rich. They said it would help us. Lift us. Protect us. But funny how the help always skips ZIP codes. Funny how the lift feels more like a shove. Funny how the beauty skips us. It’s beautiful… if you’re rich. If you never felt the system twitch. They toast the vote, then slam the door, And tell the rest to pray for more. It’s beautiful—but not for me. Not for the sick. Not for the free. Just for the ones who signed the stitch. Yeah, it’s beautiful. If you’re rich. But beauty fades. And bills come due. Let’s see who’s left When it’s just the truth.

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