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Laird Merde

or Aren't They All "[T]he top one percent of households globally own 43 percent of all personal wealth, while the bottom 50 percent own only one percent." --The 2020 Credit Suisse Global Wealth Report "All hail, Macbeth, thou shalt be king hereafter!" --the Third Witch to the top one percent A Lord of Scotland am I here declared-- Or "Laird" (the title all we clans prefer)-- While my old lady dubbed be "Lady" Merde-- Though she insists I hail her yet as "Sir"; How I the bonny lad in kilt do look When whirling in the heather on the heath Or cuddling up with "Mackie" in a nook Delighting in the draft with fiendish teeth! Straight stretches still my land twelve inches long; Twelve inches yet Milairdy's stretches wide; Thus squared our stronghold be one foothold strong Wherein the horse Sir Lady thrills to ride-- Who pumping pipes, "Och, aye! Och, aye! The nooooooo!" As rearing drones the stallion, "Och! Me tooooooo!" Dedicated with Respect for All the Future Generations of Children Globally Enslaved to the Inheritors of Wealth on Earth Shakespearean Sonnet January 17, 2022 "Doc"

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