To look after number one
Was never meant to be fun
Protect your life at all cost
Or be eaten by moths
No such thing as too safe
Pretty sures are high stakes
Do not play with mistakes
Guessing fools can relate
And if they had their way
They would laugh any day
Should you lose it away
By your assuming ways
To be too liberal
Will feed the Earth
While little sympathy
Becomes your pay dirt
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