WELL WHAT'S THE MATTER
WITH ME, AL SMITH?
I took to the streets the day after the fire,
everything was still smoldering along the
ground. I sought a new Townsend Plan,
I wanted free money. Look up Fifth Avenue
yourself, you old fool, and see what all these
cars will bring : new places to implicate people
in everything that ever goes wrong.
Minetta Brook goes underground.
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In these monied canyons, all those bastards with
their pens and pencils shall smart away their loss
and then claim profit. I am left, in the street, and
helpless. I sigh like a camel snorts. It's so sad.
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