Poor man, I thought to myself,
Face all covered in dust.
What must it feel to be so cramped
Struggling for the next breath of air?
You look so sad and old and grim,
Life must have been hell down there.
But then it suddenly struck me,
If he didn't, someone else would have to,
It'd be the same old story,
So what the hell do I care!
L.A.S Green
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