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Plebeian Plutocrat

 I own a gorgeous Cadillac,
 A chauffeur garbed in blue;
And as I sit behind his back
 His beefy neck I view.
Yet let me whisper, though you may Think me a queer old cuss, From Claude I often sneak away To board a bus.
A democrat, I love the crowd, The bustle and the din; The market wives who gab aloud As they go out and in.
I chuckle as I pay my dime, With mien meticulous: You can't believe how happy I'm; Aboard a bus.
The driver of my Cadillac Has such a haughty sneer; I'm sure he would give me the sack If he beheld me here.
His horror all my friends would share Could they but see me thus: A gleeful multi-millionaire Aboard a bus.

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