The Bars And Stripes For Never

I live in a rich man's jail No cot, but a king-sized bed All the bars are mirrors Policed by maids instead

Elsewhere, extends a great balcony (Not a pitiful, little window)
To spit on the ants of humanity Huddling free on the streets far below

Often, I'm ordered to my rub(ber) room Under the watchful hands of Marl ne Safely locked away from my wife, who's Estated back home in her den