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Man's love of money... I love it too. It results in Food, drink and shelter For my loved ones. But... On days when my back Won't straighten properly, When my carpenter's elbow, rugby Knee and boxer's hands Impair me I ask myself How many hours I've worked To pay just Interest. How many banker's cigars And Department of Finances- Screw-ups I've Funded with What's left of these knots of Muscle and bone that Are moving towards giving Up the guitar. Haven't owned a new one Since '94 anyway. So if what I've heard is correct,   Five percent Of the world's population Earn ninety percent of all Money made. Somebody very high up Should be fired. When I'm dead I'll ask to see The books.
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May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 12:38 AM UTC
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Man's love of money... I love it too. It results in Food, drink and shelter For my loved ones. But... On days when my back Won't straighten properly, When my carpenter's elbow, rugby Knee and boxer's hands Impair me I ask myself How many hours I've worked To pay just Interest. How many banker's cigars And Department of Finances- Screw-ups I've Funded with What's left of these knots of Muscle and bone that Are moving towards giving Up the guitar. Haven't owned a new one Since '94 anyway. So if what I've heard is correct,   Five percent Of the world's population Earn ninety percent of all Money made. Somebody very high up Should be fired. When I'm dead I'll ask to see The books.
sgholter
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May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 12:38 AM UTC
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