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    The worst of my shocks
  Was to get rid of stocks,  
A few million just issued for unclear; 
 By the Bell and the Book, 
The bend of my hook, 
Couldn' catch in, and hang onto, Snokers?!
 I opened a Bank 
With the airs of a Crank,
Expecting Depositor's backing; 
 But they all flew the track 
When Exchanges came back, Because that the "Ready" was lacking!   chorus.

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  Professor of this 
 Was ever amiss - 
 Professor of that was a blunder; 
 People thought to profess 
  Was an ignorant guess; 
 Who stared at an ass, as a wonder.
 I've no proper excuse, 
 So what is the use 
 Much longer a beggar to roam? 
 I must go up to God - 
 Or go under the sod 
  For really the Earth is my home.   chorus. 

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 They call it pnew? money, 
 The doctor's sweet honey - 
 when you haven't the cash for a cure; 
 They will not have faith - 
  In your soul, or your Wraith, 
  And they throw you down flat with this lure. 
   A swindling scamp, 
   A Liar, a tramp - 
   A unclear no maible? will bear. 
   A false un-believer, 
   A cheat and Deciever - 
   But a genuine "Man of Hot Air." chorus.
Vernal Equinox, 1906. Isaac A. Pool.