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Marley Plays the Bottom Line - With Apologies To Charles Dickens
Oh, don’t flatter me with presents from the Ghost of Christmas Past. Tis the season for nostalgia, but those feelings never last. It’s a gift-wrapped empty promise not worth tuppence on the street, Or a ticket to the opera when you’ve nothing left to eat. Oh, don’t weary me with visions from the Ghost of Christmas Gone. It’s a fairy tale for paupers who’ll be just as poor come dawn. I’ve no sympathy for indolence, nor ignorance and want. If you’re looking for compassion, find another bank to haunt. Oh, don’t bother me with worries from the Ghost of Christmas Done. Send those children of the gutter to the workhouse, every one! Put their noses to the grindstone in a more productive game; Earning porridge making bootstraps for the barefoot and the lame. Oh, don’t humbug me with pleadings from the Ghost of Christmas Lost. Sir, the figures on my balance sheet won’t justify the cost. So, our business is concluded and I’m free to wash my hands. Tell the Sisters of St. Alban’s, the eviction notice stands!
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