Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime
He says with pride that he won the rat race
Do you know his name or recognise his face?
He has no soul, he has no grace
Do you know his name or recognise his face?
He has no soul, he has no grace
He relinquished Life without a trace
11 comments:
Hitler I'd hazard a guess...
Sandi
I'm not sure who it is but I certainly don't want to be him!
He worked like a demon
And suffered privation
But his fortune was squandered
By the third generation.
He was just an ordinary man
He worked hard & drove a van.
Until a woman in his life,
Robbed him, stabbed him with a knife.
Until that day he had it made
He thought his hard work really paid.
He bragged about the things he did....
But he's six feet under, 'neath a lid!
Devil may care attitude... ;0)
Not hitler because he certainly left devastation in his wake. Who is it then David?
I think I know the very guy!
I took the question "Do you know his name or recognise his face?" as rhetorical. I dunno. Took the message to be that winning the rat race doesn't mean that much, but you probably have something clever and punnish in mind. There must be an answer. Reveal, please.
This one is a good warning, David.
I really like this poem
Wise, David.
There are far too many of these guys running around right now.
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