Vierzeiler von Claus Hebell
What is the matter, Fritz? Are you so mad?
I will maintain that I can’t stop my witless caring
While things are hopeless swearing makes you glad.
Perhaps we’ll find an empty torture grill
Or even might we meet some hellish cook
Creating Mcbotch on a fuzzy frill.
His money hedging money: How sublime!
The market prices follow his convention
And when he belches they’re not worth a dime.
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