A Fool Hath Said. . .

DO you remember. . .when all the world was against you? When your luck was always bad? When simple morons, shot with luck, got the jobs you rated? The bosses and so-called friends who had the gall, in a mealy-mouthed way, to try to interfere in your private affairs? When all bosses were dumb so-and-so's just smart enough to get by on the stolen fruit of your brains? When notorious crooks elicited your sneaking admiration, while public officials incited your virulent hatred by all being crooks?