Autumn Gold

Rich as a Rockefeller
He's such a smart feller
He knows all that glitters is not gold
At least this I've been told

I feel sorry for he
His commode is gold where he pees
He has no clue about love
Or the planets and stars up above

He is the fool on the hill
His life has been Built to Spill
If I were him I would bail
To avoid yet another lifes' fail

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