O Lord!

Shopkeepers charge exorbitant amounts of money for trivial matters, consulting a lawyer or a doctor's appointment is incredibly expensive, and yet citizens want stock market tips for free. Go eat my canary's dick! Do whatever you want, and what are you going to do with the money anyway? Buy books? I don't care about money or material possessions, but because talent gushes from my cells, I'm destined to win. Is there no forgiveness for this humble servant, O Lord?