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No point to bide, the poor man died;
for what it’s worth, at least he tried.
He gave his best but never blest;
on bad advice, he did invest.
He braved the fight, the banker’s might,
they drained him dry of hope and light.
With hand to pen, no viler men,
they’d write you down then down again.
Forced to his knees, a beggar’s pleas,
for what, but more humilities.
The shredder’s bin, the likes of him,
a glitch in the algorithm.
Denounced, denied; the end applied;
the rope around his neck, he tied.
Of those who wept from slumber kept,
the night the bankers soundly slept.
for what it’s worth, at least he tried.
He gave his best but never blest;
on bad advice, he did invest.
He braved the fight, the banker’s might,
they drained him dry of hope and light.
With hand to pen, no viler men,
they’d write you down then down again.
Forced to his knees, a beggar’s pleas,
for what, but more humilities.
The shredder’s bin, the likes of him,
a glitch in the algorithm.
Denounced, denied; the end applied;
the rope around his neck, he tied.
Of those who wept from slumber kept,
the night the bankers soundly slept.
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