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Oh, Vivian, the queen of sophistication and grace,
Living in her ivory tower, a pampered space.
Shanmugam, the wise, with a kingdom to rule,
Where the elites gather, oh, what a jewel!

Behold the Rajahs, with their grand decree,
Presiding over their realm of exclusivity.
Bungalows, extravagant and gleaming in the sun,
Where the elite reside, oh, aren't they fun?

The elite, oh, such a charming breed,
With their airs and graces, indeed.
They sip champagne and laugh with glee,
In their world of privilege, for all to see.

But let's not forget the rest of us,
The ones who don't dwell in such a fuss.
While they bask in opulence, we survive,
Working hard to keep our dreams alive.

Oh, Vivian, Shanmugam, and the Rajahs,
Living in their bubble of pomp and applause.
But behind those bungalows, the truth unfolds,
A world of shallowness and stories untold.

So, here's a toast to the elites so grand,
May their self-importance forever expand.
But remember, true worth lies not in gold,
But in compassion and empathy, so I'm told.