And cabled specials; that’s his “biz”—
“More copy!”
Intense disgust has hobbled hate,
Else would I slay this vampire scorned.
Though neither cloven-toed nor horned,
His devilish yawpings ne’er abate—
“More copy!”
ERRATICS.
It is not so very painful to lose a fortune as it is to hear what your neighbors will say about it afterwards.
When the prodigal son comes home they no longer kill the fatted calf for him. They just turn the animal into a vaccine farm and give him the profits.