The Ballad of Richard Cory, Jr. by Sukasah Syahdan
(With apologies to AR)
Whenever he drives downtown Envy is what we have for him A princely look from sole to crown Dark glasses, a glossy limousine
Always immaculately dressed up He resembles human when he talks Pulses flutter when he speaks up, "Selamat Pagi!," and with glitters he walks.
He is a filthy rich conglomerate Admirably schooled at any rate: Whatever means he has been taking Indeed, we all wish that we were him.
Heaven only knows when there'll be the light, As we go without the meat and curse our site Richard Cory Jr., every calm summer night, Finds us one by one commit suicide.
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