Caesar sent me a barrel of red ink
he said write down what is mine
and tell me what you think
the decisions I made
may well have been ungodly
And now it seems to get it back
on the straight path I must behave oddly
I must become a capitalist
No more creativity
all that mirrors and mist
I must be devoted to
the bottom line above all else
So I said as I wrote
one more of these
songs not one of which
ever sells
what
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