Supposing it is feasible to save A good amount of money that is due The government, in passing on and through This very mortal coil, we’d behave, Perhaps, a bit immorally, at best, When hoping for the passing of a dear And very elder head of any sheer And sizeable estate. I wouldn’t rest If I could have the money I had made Through many years of toil; if at all I felt that I were able to befall Myself with any perishing, the blade, Or weaker methods of untimely death Would fall because psychosis took a breath.
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