The less and less nap I take
The more more money I make
It quadruples my headache
On the world web my eyes bake
5 in the morning I'm still awake
Much more knowledge to rake
For the love of Mighty God sake!
As my smile been replaced with a fake?
This passport I.D. reads Uncle Jake
Capitalist tried to sell me a diet cake
With a house of cards as big as a lake
My heart still could not fit in the door,
so we parted ways with a hand shake
-- Louis Mercier
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