His tone was condescension
His feedback a furrowed brow
He was a man that commands respect
And many just don't know how
He was the principal
The p-p-p-p-principal
He sums not the total but in totality
He lives by principle in a principality
He is not real, but in reality
He deals with what's legal in legality
He has a predisposed disposition
Making deals on this condition
That he always take the same position
Continuing as such without attrition
He was a judging man
Doing w-w-w-what he can
Standing where he can take a stance
Plotting out his planned out plan
Not out manned but man to man
Borrowing and lending so he can land land
His hands were skilled, work ethic pure
His thoughts were on modern allure
While scientists searched for the cure
Nothing in his life was demure
He was the Wall Street sort
He read their every report
He was always buying and selling
Doing what the models were him telling
His incomplete stories completely compelling
Yet this American dreamer dreamed of rebelling
From this fight he was undone
His bouts with doubt he nearly won
Outrunning all till his time him out run
Collecting things that cost his sum
He was every man
Making a living a-a-a- as he can
He was not black, white, or Mexican
Nor Jew, nor gentile, nor Protestant
His religion was American
Trapped by the freedom of this very land
His tone was condescension
His feedback a furrowed brow
He was a man that commands respect
And many just don't know how
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