“They saw their injured country's woe;
The flaming town, the wasted field;
Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear, - but left the shield.”
You and SilverFiddle ought to get together and have yourselves a good cry while you marinate in this O WOE'S ME, POOR ME! genre:I lost my jobI lost my homeI lost my wife and kidsNow I'm forever forced to roamBecause I've hit the skids.I'm hungry and I'm tiredAnd feelin' mighty sore.'Cause the Rich Man got me fired,That made my wife a whore.So now I'm sick an' tired"cause i cain't live no more.My kids don't want to know me'Cause I'm nothin' anymore.I cain't give them no ponyOr let them in the door.O Woe is me! Woe is me!The future don't look good,The Rich Man got me fired,So I had to leave the 'hood.Turned out of my own door.I'm hungry sick and tired,The Rich Man got me firedAn' I cain't live no more.
...and perhaps you can get yourself a good high-paying job as a Walmart Greeter for the coming Christmas Season! :)
Oh NO! I've already agreed to play Santa Claus for them, and for the Salvation Army too.The trouble is both jobs require me to give away my OWN money!!!! (;-oHO HO HO !–––– NOT!
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