adam had a yankees cap
he wore it on his head
and when the yankees lost the game
he wished that he were dead
adam went home to his room
and threw himself upon the bed
and felt that life was meaningless
just like the gypsy said
he stared up at the ceiling
because his soul was crushed
and thought of jumping off a bridge
but there was no rush
after mature consideration
he decided to go back out
and grab the world by the collar
and in its face to shout
he took the elevator
and went down to the street
and there upon the pavement
a stranger he did meet
the stranger wore a hat of black
and a coat of darkest gray
and his bearded visage bore the stamp
of one with things to say
i have a message for the world
he declared without ado
all must heed my fiery words
and this includes you
each day i test my theories
in the streets and in the parks
perhaps you have heard of me
my name is karl marx
i respect all viewpoints
adam replied politely
and agree the world should be improved
it is at present most unsightly
the prophet carried a knapsack
and now he reached into it
and extracted a little booklet
but away the wind blew it
it blew it down the highway
and across the desert bare
which might be most unfortunate
as it had much to share
adam went upon his way
bidding goodbye to the sage
may his progress be enacted
upon some other stage
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