Friends let us be and share our thoughts
To survive in a meagerness of your world
You have to be like a tightwad
Easy on the peso my new hero
You have to be aware of the economic zone
Around your station, even your own home
Some envious persons of some beloved
Around the bend they whisper destruction
Your feet may carry you around
Every second has to be cherished as learning
Some competing midgets may dictate economy
Destroying the manufacturer's claim of production
But remember your parents are around
As meal tickets or transportation gas
Of some mothers broken of hearts
Seeking comfort for her children
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I will be your driver, conductor, umbrella or cap.....
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