Haberdash O your fondest frond and
samba southwesterly, my dear,
I am tired of the chessmatch
You with your bishops and knights
Me and my eloquent pawns
Power means something
Don’t tell me it doesn’t
Leave the motivational quotes to
needlepoint and tombstones I want
rare and beautiful meals,
cars that purr,
valets who kiss my
ass because they have to
Annual incomes that
bring a smile to my
true love’s face
We drink expensive wines,
sleep on the finest beds and
dream up new religions for the
hungry to feed upon
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