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Rich Man Poor Man

How terribly and awfully English was he Stopped everything for his afternoon tea Crumpets for his breakfast covered with jam Sandwiches for a light lunch mustard and ham He lived in a mansion in the country somewhere Butlers to dress him and barbers to cut his hair A rich man was he not particularly pleasant Out each day shooting for game and pheasant So onto dinner he would have some beef tonight Had to be cooked just so and served just right While the poor man sleeps in a shop doorway This rich man was living more than okay He hasn't done a days work since he was born Enough to make one feel anger and scorn Doesn't give a damn for the plight of the poor If only he did he'd be a better person for sure

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Book: Shattered Sighs