The Lackey
The young lackey cries
For the glorious achievements
That featured his past
His dreamy head flies
Daydreaming of contentment
That he's always last
His present is bleak
With overgrown overcoats
Torn beyond repair
His future is weak
Without the thousand banknotes
That makes life all fair
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