I’ve done all right for myself.
I’ve got a big house, in a nice area, with a nice flash car.
I’m all right Jack.
I’ve got a team of lads working for me in my factory.
Even when I’m on holiday, the money is rolling in.
Most of them are cheap foreign labour and agency guys;
which I can get rid off and replace with a snap of my finger.
I’ve also got a portfolio of buy-to-let properties I let out to Eastern Europeans.
Kerching kerching – nice little earner.
Nice bit of residual income.
I’ve got the marble-topped kitchen, solid oak heated flooring, belong to a posh health club, have my own wine cellar, swimming pool, nice holidays and lots of comforts.
I’ve made it!
I started off in life with nothing.
I built my way up – through using and parasitising off of others.
Their labour, their creativity – but I’m smart enough to capitalise off their energy.
And I’m proud as punch.
I’m good with money.
Just seem to have a natural flair for amassing lots of it.
I love the stuff.
I can’t get enough of it.
Investments, shares, stocks, hedge funds, networking, schemes, scams.
In fact there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for money – love it.
But what I really love most of all; is when I drive around in my flash sports car, knowing that people look up to me and say ….
He’s a self-made man.
It’s gotta go
F*@k the Middle Classes