Lucien Chardon
Bel homme garçon
Prey to an ambition
Nourished by illusion
Nourished by illusion
Sought the company
Of High Society
But gained no ground
Lacking in background
As he lived off the funds
Of cherished loved ones
Condemned to misery...
The fate of so many
Suffering the injustice
Of that brutal artifice:
Monetary currency!
For economic scarcity
Serves ever to control
Your and my small role
In the absent Heaven:
La Comédie humaine!