Penguin would not touch me today
Not until I am dead to value me more
Penguin has long lost its calling
A crusader for the poor in the alley ways
Where Jehovah's witnesses walk like salesmen
Penguin was once amongst
Same as, with black suits and white shirt
Penguin, championing the voice of the poor
But penguin would not touch me today
Not until I am dead to value me more
Yet I take solace from my penguin snob
One less tree falls by my name as published
And the forest grows greener each day
Bringing the rain out to celebrate life
Giving me more of nature to be inspired
When I am dead, Penguin will name me as great
But for now as it stands
Penguin would not touch me today
Ha, the powers that be- that is their job, to keep you out, waiting
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