oh great trickster
my how you fooled them all
picking their pockets clean
with the smile of an infant
they all came to know you
they all learned how to pronounce your name

the rich and their forked tongues
always with venom in their voices
the poor girl from beverly hills
she smells
and she burps

"watch her. Make sure she doesn't put anything in her purse."

Let them roll their eyes
let them sneer
because we know
when their backs are turned
we can rob them blind