Another Day poem

 Another day, more dollars

More pants, more collars

More people more hollers 

Now how do you do?

Well frankly speaking not too well

I feel I'm on the path to hell

I wish upon a wishing well

To break the power of this spell

If I could only sing a tune

I mean really learn to croon

I'd find it better than to spoon

And I'd be higher than the moon

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