>>22954641"A dangerous group, I must confess,"
"But who would listen to me?"
"I'll keep my cards pressed to my chest,"
Dolefully muttered he /
He continued his walk that sunny day
As the crowd leapt to their feet
Revolution cried out behind him
Life's problems not for he /
At last the sun was setting
And it was time to head for home
Where once he passed a city
He now walked by a hole /
He found his door unlocked
And nothing was left inside
But rather than being shocked,
The man just sadly sighed /
"It's rather a shame, I must confess"
"That there's nothing left for me,"
"But there wasn't a thing I could've done."
"Life's problems are not for me."
