Many many years ago when I lived
across seas in a far far away land.
Richie Rich Tip Top Ice Cream boss
livid ranted in outburst out of hand.
Imagine that an employable grown man
sat around all day on his butt writing what?
He should be working in Tip Top factory
cleaning machines making minimum wage.
Richie Rich greedy capitalist sage
places no value on a written page.
Only artist long dead hung on profit
wall has value in this bosses hot rage.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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