Portrait of the Artist in a Young BandAndrew William Manoff |
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Portrait of the Artist in a Young Band
And then the pagans proclaimed me as their king How could I refuse? The next 10 years of bondage were tough But I never felt like I was being used The shackles on my throne chaffed So I gnawed off my hands My nation grew rich Because we dealt exclusively in contraband They gave me a gold watch And let me go back to the mailroom I swore I'd never again enter The company's executive washroom |
