Saturday, May 19, 2012


I have not a penny to my name
But my heart is solid gold
I may not have a big, warm house
But I can withstand the cold
I don't have a fancy car
But their a death trap, I'm told
I can't be picky about what I eat
I'll even take chances with mold
But at the end of this day
When people feel sorry for me
I just laugh and wave
And shake my head vigorously
I am the king of my life
And I am perfectly happy
For I can go no lower
That I can at least see
So pity me all you like
But you are the unfortunate ones
Because while I am satisfied with nothing
You never have enough funds
So cheers to my freedom
And cheers to your sons
For they will never know the meaning
Of being their own number one

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