My daily bread Is not for my head It’s on my plate To go ahead To go running In the jungle To make My daily bread   My daily fed Is lying down On my bed Exhausted Of working So much So much fed My…

WE are all docile cash-faces, They knead us with the hard cash, They, the dashing southern ready money, We labor as they list; For them we speak—or hold our means, For them we turn and twist. We join them in their wherewithal against Free funds…