Notes after reading “The Three Penny Opera” by Bertolt Brecht.
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song of human wekness
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It’s called the song of human wekness. Have a listen. You might learn something.
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A man lives from his head, and tries to use his wits.
But take a look inside his head, and all you’ll find is nits.
In a bleak existence, man is never smart enough.
He will never go the distance, if you call his bluff.
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You make yourself a plan, you crawl right to the top.
Then, steal yourself another plan, but watch the whole thing flop.
In a cruel existence, man is never bad enough.
All of his mad insistence leaves him in the buff.
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So, try to chase your luck, but don’t chase luck too fast.
When every fucker’s chasing luck, the luck can never last.
In a poor existence, man is never pure enough.
All of his grand insistence, just a load of guff.
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