Jan. 16th, 2017

henry_flower: A melancholy wolf (Default)

Franklin P. Adams, 1881

The rich man has his motor-car,
His country and his town estate.
He smokes a 50¢ cigar
And jeers [0] at Fate.

He frivols through the livelong day,
He knows not Poverty, her pinch.
His lot seems light, his heart seems gay;
He has a cinch. [1]

Yet though my lamp burns low and dim,
Though I must slave for livelihood--
Think you that I would change with him?
You bet I would!

[0] to jeer -- to laugh at someone in a way that shows disrespect
[1] cinch -- any undertaking that is easy to do
henry_flower: A melancholy wolf (Default)

Коли мені стає сумно, я вмикаю

Не знаю чому, але оця пісенька завжди cheers me up. Якщо вірити гооглу, лірикс пісеньки був 100%-й тролінг, на який повелися багацько тодішніх лівих довбойобів.

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