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Robert W Service - The Buyers
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Father drank himself to death,—
          Quite enjoyed it.
Urged to draw a sober breath
          He`d avoid it.
`Save your sympathy,` said Dad;
          `Never sought it.
Hob-nail liver, gay and glad,
          Sure,—I bought it.`

Uncle made a heap of dough,
          Ponies playing.
`Easy come and easy go,`
          Was his saying.
Though he died in poverty
          Fit he thought it,
Grinning with philosophy:
          `Guess I bought it.`

Auntie took the way of sin,
          Seeking pleasure;
Lovers came, her heart to win,
          Bringing treasure.
Sickness smote,—with lips that bled
          Brave she fought it;
Smiling on her dying bed:
          `Dears, I bought it.`

My decades of life are run,
          Eight precisely;
Yet I`ve lost a lot of fun
          Living wisely.
Too much piety don`t pay,
          Time has taught it;
Hadn`t guts to go astray;
Life`s a bloody bore today,—
          Well, I`ve bought it.
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