Everyone walks around believing that the honest and hard working people of the working class is there to serve them. Not to provide them with the things they need, to serve them. “Hallo Sir, I am your slave for today”.
What makes you believe you are worth more then me? Is it your fat wallet? Is it your shiny hair, and long lashes? Is it the car you drive? Do you mock me when you see me taking the bus? Do you believe that just because I smoke cigarettes and drink cheep beer, that I am some kind of a lowlife? Are you better than me with your fashion magazines and Voss water? Do you make fun of my points of view when I am not around?
You might believe I am just a poor punk, but believe me, I am not. I am just tierd of people believing that poor people live poor lifes. I am tierd of people believing that money is the aweswer to every question.
Soo long
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