I had some crap for sale and
under understanding Americans
lined up to fork over hard cash
for my crap.
That was the art of my deal.
I like to call it something other
than stealing, dealing is the way
that I have come to sell my product.
I sit on a gold toilet, a toilet,
let others toil,
I made that up while I stood up,
and flushed the crap that I could not sell
down the drain,
good-bye,
hey,
I\'m starting to sound like some other guy,
that wrote a book,
this is a poem,
his story was that lying is okay,
it is not a bad thing
if it\'s done for the right reason,
but, what he meant was,
if it\'s done for the Rights\' reasons.