Poets and Priests

There is an argument
One that clowns augment
That considers the idea
Oh, the tears shed this way
That one day
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The meek will inherit the earth
The birth of an artist will be celebrated for its worth
And holy men will be born
not shorn from some theological college
.

A calibrated plan
Man has always considered their place
Poets and priests unlace their bowls for alms
The charms of these innocents is somehow lost in a bar room foray
Where social security payments support the socialist dream
Licensed Victuallers associations
And an array of Welfare State advertising schemes
.

And all this means constant employment
Without payment
For poets and priests
The very least we could do
Who supports who?
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