Residing in a country of plenty
Where all I could want is a breath away
Why should I be the least bit stingy
If outward indulgence is the soul’s decay?

Movies, books, and magazine covers
Are filled with people aglow with perfection
Why shouldn’t I have a complexion like hers
And trade inner beauty for a cuter reflection?

At school I heard an interesting story
Of a girl who had an embarrassing day
But if it brings me popularity
Why should I mind the words that I say?

There is a thing that I really want
And I am so close to achieving it
Just one little lie, nothing too blunt
My desires will be so much easier to get

Every day I pass this homeless person
Begging for change on the side of the road
I wear my most oblivious expression
And continue walking to my air-conditioned home

In all that I do
And everywhere I go
You’ve probably seen
It’s all about me
My life is my own
With which to do as I please
I reside in Babylon
And there is none besides me.