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Why should I live off the Fat of the Land Ask the laborer and the unlettered With hard currency all they understand How lives a man so duty-unfettered? Concrete and dollars, for them that is work Whispish ideas and words don't stack up He who pursues airy whims is a shirk On horse of Life his foot missed the stirrup How could they see the Real Effort involved In bucking the very bronco of Life I must needs be sufficiently evolved To make Art out of their Ignoble Strife To construe from Life some Higher Meaning I repay all the Fat I am gleaning. |
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