You declared you would be three inches taller
You only became what we made you.
Thought you were chasing a destiny calling
You only earned what we gave you.

Back in the day, I wrote a series of short stories.  All that stuff in that song at the left was going on at the time.  I was going to be president, I really was.  Now that I have had a good look at the job, I'm not so anxious to jump in those shoes.  And too much of what the song on the left says tends to happen in politics... except it's not any kind of organized crime.  What runs politics now is the almighty corporate dollar... which, when you think of it, is sort of the ultimate in organized crime.  At any rate, breath the air I have blown you and read the words I have loaned you.

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