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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=414560" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Self made Man</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas alack and woe is me<br>My life is filled with misery<br>I loved a lass who loved not me<br>She treated me disdainfully.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She saw herself as upper class<br>And much superior to me.<br>A barrier I could not pass.<br> A subtle form of cruelty.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But time moves on and so did I<br>I went to university<br>Where somewhat different rules apply<br>You’re judged on your ability.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I earned a double first degree.<br>I studied politics and law<br>So I was qualified to be<br>What I decided either or.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My tutor recommended me<br> to several of his well placed friends.<br>Who he felt quite probably<br>Would use me to suit their own ends</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I became a secretary<br>To a rising star in politics<br>Who chose to place his trust in me.<br> To cover up his dirty tricks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> I managed this successfully.<br>He taught me more than what he thought.<br>Although I served him loyally<br> I knew much more than what I ought.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eventually he sponsored me<br> to be his party’s candidate.<br>I was elected as M.P<br>Then all I had to do was wait.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For the right opportunity.<br>To demonstrate what I could do.<br>Show my potentiality<br>To the elite, the favoured few.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The men who held the power to<br>Promote me or to hold me back.<br>I paid respect where it was due<br> and very soon I was on track.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To realise my ambition.<br>To be a junior minister.<br>Perhaps in education<br>or something rather similar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I knew enough to toe the line<br>Without appearing threatening<br>And soon a junior post was mine.<br>Which in itself was heartening.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was quite sure I could secure<br>all the support that I would need.<br>To land myself a sinecure<br>I had no doubt I would succeed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I had recorded secretly<br>The dirty tricks that they had played.<br>And told them confidentially<br>About records I had made.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I soon acquired cabinet rank.<br>My erstwhile mentor taught me well<br>Although his methods sometimes stank<br>I learnt as I endured the smell</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am the minister for trade<br>I travel everywhere first class<br>My only job is to persuade<br>The members of the working class</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have their interests at heart<br>It’s not an easy thing to do.<br>My lies are truly works of art<br>They sound as if they could be true.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I never promise anything.<br>But they are convinced that I do<br>I am well used to public speaking<br>They believe ‘cos they want to.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That is the art of politics.<br>If you can fake sincerity.<br>And conceal your dirty tricks.<br>Then you are where you ought to be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The public now do not believe<br>That M.P.s have integrity<br>Who earn respect they don’t receive.<br>I do not let that worry me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I shall receive my knighthood soon<br>And then retire from public life.<br>Nobody can prick my balloon<br>Although rumours may be rife.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> There is no concrete evidence<br>That anybody can provide<br>I can say that with confidence<br>No one can prove that I ever lied.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I only claimed what I was due.<br>I made quite sure to follow rules.<br>The claims I made were always true<br>Unlike the other greedy fools.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I will retire with dignity<br>With my integrity intact<br>At least it will appear to be<br>although it may not be in fact.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Appearances are all that count.<br>In the modern world today.<br>You never hear the true account<br>Which people know but dare not say.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sunday,18 September 2011<br>http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ivor+Or+Ivor.e+Hogg">Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg</a><div class=q>
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My life is filled with misery
I loved a lass who loved not me
She treated me disdainfully.

She saw herself as upper class
And much superior to me.
A barrier I could not pass.
 A subtle form of cruelty.

But time moves on ..."></div>
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