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VALLEY OF DEMOCRACY NO. 19

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Poverty, Poverty, where don’t you roam?

Will you not ever leave me alone?

Poverty, Poverty, will you never cease?

Will you not ever give me release?

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My little brother struck a tune that brought back his youth

threw off his clothes, donned a necklace made of rhino tooth

did a jig in his room that was of a primitive grain

hopped out the window onto a cloud & danced into my brain

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Poverty, Poverty, you’re so misunderstood

society would hang you only if it could

Poverty, Poverty, companion o’ mine

always smiling at me as if you are so kind

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The beggar come up to me after my work was done

wanted a dollar as if he were my long lost son

I had made sixteen but wouldn’t give him even one

he was an Indian standing in front of the setting sun

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Poverty, oh Poverty, unholy as can beeeeeee

when are you going to set the people free?

Poverty, Poverty, she replies to meeeeeee

“Only when you love me in the Valley Of Democracy”

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rawclyde

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text: (copyright clyde collins 1999)

art: movie promo

post editor: spitball fury