Friday, October 02, 2009

I Am Just A Poor Boy And My Story's Seldom Told.

I have squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises.
All lies and jest, when a man hears what he wants to hear
and disregards the rest, lie lie lie, lie lie lie, la lie la lie.



A lovely little ditty, penned by Paul Simon and his uncle Garth The Artist, called The Boxer.
Written in 1968 for a young, aspiring carpet salesman who liked to thump people.
He went on to become the most powerful man in Thanet who still, allegedly, likes to thump people.

Thanet truly is the rest home for the slebs, eh!

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