Yesterday I saw a ‘noble’ man
Getting down from his limousine
Smelling of filthy riches and conceit
Full of fads, demurs and ‘yes bosses’ around
He had a big nose, stony eyes and lot airs
His chin was looking up to the nearest tall building
He was in a hurry and his men were running around him
Confused and lost – they did not know how to make him happy
The ‘noble’ man then got down from his car
Shoved off a sinking old lady with dark penetrating eyes
As if she was a material
That didn’t amuse him
And he didn’t want to buy!