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
Hitler I'd hazard a guess...
ReplyDeleteSandi
I'm not sure who it is but I certainly don't want to be him!
ReplyDeleteHe worked like a demon
ReplyDeleteAnd suffered privation
But his fortune was squandered
By the third generation.
He was just an ordinary man
ReplyDeleteHe 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)
ReplyDeleteNot hitler because he certainly left devastation in his wake. Who is it then David?
ReplyDeleteI think I know the very guy!
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteThis one is a good warning, David.
ReplyDeleteI really like this poem
ReplyDeleteWise, David.
ReplyDeleteThere are far too many of these guys running around right now.