He calls he whines
He wines he dines
Not thinking tomorrow
He spends in beds
Bending every whore
Pennies goes on his penis
Not thinking death
Has papers but pauper
always inviting not investing
Many buddies no monies
Not thinking self
Oh!he will die poor
Friends will escort him across
they will forget him forever
Memories will be buried with him
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