Poor 20's

See them, gay and full of prosperity.
Bushwa I say.
The eggs with cheaters,
The skint smell.
We all go in the same hole at the end.

Roaring twenties, they say
Jake, all Jake.
Bearcat baloney.
I'd give it a Bronx cheer,
Now you're on the trolley.

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