The EX- C.E.O. Now living On The Streets.
The EX- C.E.O. Now living On The Streets.
(Linoleum Cut).
Hither and thither thou once lived as a king,
tossing out orders ne'er so much too ev'n taking a heed,
all abound, thine pockets o'er stuff'd ne'er to throw a chip around,
to hem on thee streets dare not ev'n to look in thy eye,
thou call'th all bums, and names much forgott'd more,
til thee fateful-day took hold and call'th thee faste to haste,
rang'th up all thous deeds dark as thee may'th be,
to task thee flask much too smart to get caught,
thy red hand is what thou holds, red face with tears not far lingers b'hind,
thou thonk'st of thyself most gracefully of thine glorious worn crowns nat,
but soft,' thee swithe law cam'th hard and heavy, task masters call'th out loud,
tak'n all that thou owns e'en thous sink from thee 'chen,
think merry if thou can'st harder than thee stone,
at least thy shan't spend the rest of thous days in prison or a cell lest of thou's choosing,
thy streets all now thous employers and bosses that call,
thou orders fall death here, but now thow with a w must obey,
enjoy thows rest of thows days here on thee streets of cold,
thow now wears thee badge as one which names thow once threw around,
a bum, a out- cast a swin in thy muck, a too many to drum up hence,
ycleped hem what thow pleas'd always had a joke at hand,
tyme to look deep into thee mirror or thyself if that is possible,
'Alas now! what do'st thow call'th thow'st, as others now pass'th thow most keenly by?
Steve.D.Hammond.
The EX- C.E.O. Now living On The Streets.
The EX- C.E.O. Now living On The Streets.
(Linoleum Cut).
Hither and thither thou once lived as a king,
tossing out orders ne'er so much too ev'n taking a heed,
all abound, thine pockets o'er stuff'd ne'er to throw a chip around,
to hem on thee streets dare not ev'n to look in thy eye,
thou call'th all bums, and names much forgott'd more,
til thee fateful-day took hold and call'th thee faste to haste,
rang'th up all thous deeds dark as thee may'th be,
to task thee flask much too smart to get caught,
thy red hand is what thou holds, red face with tears not far lingers b'hind,
thou thonk'st of thyself most gracefully of thine glorious worn crowns nat,
but soft,' thee swithe law cam'th hard and heavy, task masters call'th out loud,
tak'n all that thou owns e'en thous sink from thee 'chen,
think merry if thou can'st harder than thee stone,
at least thy shan't spend the rest of thous days in prison or a cell lest of thou's choosing,
thy streets all now thous employers and bosses that call,
thou orders fall death here, but now thow with a w must obey,
enjoy thows rest of thows days here on thee streets of cold,
thow now wears thee badge as one which names thow once threw around,
a bum, a out- cast a swin in thy muck, a too many to drum up hence,
ycleped hem what thow pleas'd always had a joke at hand,
tyme to look deep into thee mirror or thyself if that is possible,
'Alas now! what do'st thow call'th thow'st, as others now pass'th thow most keenly by?
Steve.D.Hammond.