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You’ll never make top dollar
I guess that’s how it goes
But when does it end
Refresh my memory again
They Hollered at the Scholar
You’ll always take the collar
So I followed nobody
Who can't lead convincingly
Chose to stay put
And plant a more
Fruitful seed
Take me at face value
Take me as I am
Take me somewhere
I've never been without
Cloudy judgement
Not an ounce
A traceable gram
Sentimental journeys
Are too long for such
Commoners
Way too heavy
For wooden hearts to
Carry the entire load
All you could think of
Is napping at the fork
In the road, flashing
Lights caress
The faces I smite
I got an A plus
On that essay
About the Hollow Men
The teacher daydreamed
At her desk about equal
Work for equal pay
We were stupid in the eighties
Waiting for the lady
To bend over
her "jugs"
Jiggled and swayed
Nobody found out
If she was a high-pitched moaner
But we learned
Even loners get boners
