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There are some who would say a cigar's not just a cigarwho have opinions on boys who love long necks of guitarsboys who insist that they're manly although they can sewbut those opinions don't have to matter, you know,when you're so goddamn rich that you glitter like starswhen you're that stinking wealthy, the whole world's your platterand everyone's always looking at you like you matterThere are clubs you can go to, when you're king of the earthwarm skin and warm arms and warm smiles -- a million buck's worthand everything's easy there, everything's funbecause everyone treats you like you're number onethese nights in the dark and this power's YOUR turf.Your soft truffula gloves, worn for meetings and press opsare traded for latex, slick shiny green under lubricant slopsand you hear all the whispers that trail in your wake:"His are the hands that knit the first thneedslong musical fingers, thin as green supple reedshands to cook pancakes, hands with music to makehands that can build things and hands that can breakOnce-ler's hands love warm skin that shivers and bleedsand likes those who know the best way to gain is to take."Your hand slips inside them, one finger, then twoand all the attention is centred on you. They'll writhe and they'll shudder, tense as strings on a harpand when you smile at their moans, the smile is so sharpthree fingers now and then up to fourstill not enough for those who are greedythe people you understand best are endlessly needynothing's ever enough and you all always cry "more"So add in the thumb too, now, slide in up to the wristtender and tight, and when you give your fingers a twistyou'll hear sobs and thank yous in an endless long babbleyour clever slick fingers have turned words to word-scrabbleand slack, bite-red mouths taste the best when they're kissedThis is a power you love, a power that's pleasureand it's always so pleasing to have control beyond measureand when you hear whispers, gossips engaged in their gossipingwho mutter about "wicked" and "sinner" and "oh my gosh, yuck"here's the best wealth of all, the single best treasure:grinning and waving and not giving a fuck.