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What kind of life
does a six-figure income
get these days?
You could only have one yacht,
a half a dozen houses,
and a lonely private jet.
How can you live on such a sum?
The villa staff need paying.
Thank god for the portfolio!
With children on the payroll
you can barely make ends meet.
You call this an existence?
I must insist you stop and think:
blink an eye and you could find
it all come crashing down.
Club membership, the private school,
Melissa keeps a pony.
The maintenance on the swimming pool
would make a grown man weep.
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