woe,
while
you were eating bread and cheese and lusting after mammon
the
fat cats in their white maybachs
were
chewing on lean gammon, topped with creme la more
and
the more you chased, the less time they wasted on you,
boo
how
do you feel when you've been down at heel, and they're wearing shoes
by choo, skin cared for by la roche,
did
you ever feel that posh?
Well
it's just a waste of feckin time, I'll only ever get what's mine by
kicking down the built up shells wherein the rich man sits and dwells
while counting out his ill got gains,
and
me,poor me wrapped in the chains of misery and have not got,
I'd
have all rich men shot,
but
who would take their place
who'd
be poor in my master race? not I
but
then I'd die as well
I'd
be locked inside the shell counting gelt
opening
one more notch upon my belt, I'd be fat, a cat, another rich man, rat
man, take what the man can
I
can imagine it
drowning
in shit and surrounded by money.
Ain't
life funny when you've got it all, you've got sod all and in some big
hall,you hold small balls
and
that ain't a laughing matter.
John
E. Smallshaw
