Joyless

You've got your 7-figure paycheck,
your 12-figure credit limit.
You've got your diamond-studded wristwatch,
offsetting your lizard-skin sneakers.
You've got your remote-controlled blinds,
and later, your climate-controlled jacuzzi,
You've got your computer-programmed carseat,
your chrome-plated wheel-rims,
and to drive to
your own fancy Starbucks,
You've got your white platinum cufflinks,
to match your black Armani dinner suit,
and over dinner,
to gift your girlfriend,
a precious oyster pearlset.

You've got all this.
All this and more, so why so sad?