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Little Man

Countenance your fate, Little Man -
Oppressed by men with money,
Deprived by tongues of honey,
Distressed till it isn't even funny,
All 'cause you've got no money, Little Man.
Repressed by silver heels, Little Man,
Suppressed by men who steal
And rob and kill and plunder,
By men who will not feel, Little Man,
Nor contemplate the thunder
That's rumbling in your breast, Little Man.

Don't think you are oppressed, Little Man,
Just 'cause you cannot rest, Little Man;
Oh no, my silly darling,
We wouldn't rob or plunder
Of cheat you of a farthing, Little Man.
Come nearer, Little Man;
Come here and put my hand
A little deeper won't you please, Little Man?
Come, and let me touch your ego
And massage away your riches, Little Man.
Just scratch me where it itches, Little Man,
And I'll seduce you with my lies
And mislead you with my eyes
And relieve you of your money with the guise
Of kindness, Little Man.
Don't try to rise above it.
TAKE THIS JOB AND SHOVE IT??
Oh no, you are mistaken, Little Man.
I'll see that you don't love it
When you see where I have shoved it.
Don't try to rise above it, Little Man.
You'll never rise above it, Little Man.

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