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Hello, Mr Wall Street Mr. Wall Street, Yes, YOU You in the Perfect Suit Here are your instructions: Take off your polished handmade Italian shoes Yes, take them off, right here in the street Don't ague with me! Peel off those long thin black dress socks Feel the pavement under your Smooth, clean white feet Leave your former shoes to Cry for their former owner Some panhandler will grab them and give them a very different life Now walk into the cheap barber shop And tell the barber to shave your head Yes - all of your hair That full head of thick corporate hair Falling to the floor in a pile of silver silk As the barber hides his laughter Now walk barefoot and bald in your $3000 pinstriped business suit and your silk tie and cufflinks and starched white shirt and cashmere overcoat Walk barefoot though the financial district Everyone will stare Your colleagues and friends and competitors will laugh As dust collects on your smooth, supple clean white soles Destroy your privilege Cut ties Burn your bridges But first cross over to the other side Become an outsider Barefoot bald and humiliated You can start again
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Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 3:30 PM UTC
Hello Mr Wall Street
Hello, Mr Wall Street Mr. Wall Street, Yes, YOU You in the Perfect Suit Here are your instructions: Take off your polished handmade Italian shoes Yes, take them off, right here in the street Don't ague with me! Peel off those long thin black dress socks Feel the pavement under your Smooth, clean white feet Leave your former shoes to Cry for their former owner Some panhandler will grab them and give them a very different life Now walk into the cheap barber shop And tell the barber to shave your head Yes - all of your hair That full head of thick corporate hair Falling to the floor in a pile of silver silk As the barber hides his laughter Now walk barefoot and bald in your $3000 pinstriped business suit and your silk tie and cufflinks and starched white shirt and cashmere overcoat Walk barefoot though the financial district Everyone will stare Your colleagues and friends and competitors will laugh As dust collects on your smooth, supple clean white soles Destroy your privilege Cut ties Burn your bridges But first cross over to the other side Become an outsider Barefoot bald and humiliated You can start again
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tim-r
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 3:30 PM UTC
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