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If I were a rich man
If I were rich man.
I’d' stand upon my ivory tower,
And preach the laws of fiscal rectitude.
As I caress the cash in my saville row suit.
Some were born with silver spoons,
while others had all the right moves.
And here I am down and dirty,
among the clod hoppers and shitkickers.
with a shovel welded to my wrist.
I’d' stand upon my ivory tower,
And preach the laws of fiscal rectitude.
As I caress the cash in my saville row suit.
Some were born with silver spoons,
while others had all the right moves.
And here I am down and dirty,
among the clod hoppers and shitkickers.
with a shovel welded to my wrist.
Published 21st May 2015
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21st May 2015 7:22pm
28th May 2015 4:34am
Be proud of that shovel!
Mayakovski wrote-
"I spit on the fact
that neither Homer
nor Ovid
invented characters like us,
pock marked with soot.
I know---
The sun would dim, on seeing
The golden fields of our souls!"
Mayakovski wrote-
"I spit on the fact
that neither Homer
nor Ovid
invented characters like us,
pock marked with soot.
I know---
The sun would dim, on seeing
The golden fields of our souls!"
