I dream waking up to the embrace of a luxurious bed
in a lavish marble tiled room, centrally located.
My eyes should open to a spectacular view
of all the goodness that in nature grew.

I want to be pampered by a beautiful maid
she needs to comfort me while I’m on the bed.
That I be served with the best of meal man can buy,
be provided with costly vintage when my throat runs dry.

With my body being appeased by lovely maidens to scrub
I wish to be bathed in a brilliantly white, marble tub.
I want to soak in the righteousness of the sun
while stunning graces around me have fun.

This is how I want my days to pass,
living in the lap of luxury and class.
Then I always wake up to veracity,
punching, cursing and slapping me;
That I dare have all these luxuries,
I’ve got to be Vulgarly materialistic.