I once new a man who liked to price wardrobes.
Hed look at you shoes
Hed look at your pants
Hed look at your shirt, your jacket, your hat
And hed make an estimate
On what you were worth.
So I killed that man,
I killed him, hes dead.
And I dug him a grave
as deep as his worth,
but soon was arrested,
there wasn't enough earth.
The police found his body,
they came to my door
And took me away
For justice im sure.
But now here I sit
in a room filled with walls
In shoes and a shirt,
Pants but no hat
And what is it worth
To a taxpayer who knows
A lot more I think than my old wardrobe.
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