"Hey, Harry, how's it going?"
"Like Pompey of yore,
"I hope for victory
"While waiting on chance to lose.
"My head in blissful clouds,
"Blamelessly ignorant
"Of dark ground below.
"My soul haunts Caesar's words:
"It's the winners who
"Do what they want."
"Christ, Harry! No one can ask you one simple question!"
"Like Pompey of yore,
"I hope for victory
"While waiting on chance to lose.
"My head in blissful clouds,
"Blamelessly ignorant
"Of dark ground below.
"My soul haunts Caesar's words:
"It's the winners who
"Do what they want."
"Christ, Harry! No one can ask you one simple question!"
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