I wake up in my southern France castle at noon. Have some champagne and strawberries for breakfast. I get into a limo and my driver takes me to the club. On the way I see working class people and it makes me sick. Gotta have some finest malt whiskey cause poor people are ugly and they smell bad. In the club I have a private table and I sniff some C to get in the mood for love. First got to get some head to relieve the pressure. Soon my favourite girl plays the flute skillfully. I´ll give her extra hundred D´s for a blowjob well done. I feel the urge, and it´s strange, to tell somebody how fucking rich I am - and the power and influence I have over so many peoples lives, and deaths. Don´t get me wrong, I ain´t no Santa Claus but I rarely get anybody killed for fun.
I´m a businessman and i keep the machine working. The things rolling. I buy cheap and sell with profit. I don´t get it why ordinary people are so stupid that they spend their time watching a fucking wonderbox and drink low quality alcohol. They poison their minds and bodies. But what the fuck I´m preaching here. I´m a genius and was born to become a major league player. I am so clever that I take the money from the pockets of those who don´t deserve to keep their cash. i´d like to think I´m a bit different from Robin Hood - who robbed the rich. I´m in oil industry, in hi tech weapons, drugs, porn - you name it.
Can´t have tooo much fun today. Tomorrow is a game day and have to do lot of walkin and talking with congressmen. We´ll discuss YOUR future. KIss my A..