badass poem

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Richard Cory

Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.

And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
"Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked.

And he was rich - yes richer than a king -
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place:

So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the mean, and cursed the bread;
And Richary Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.

-Edwin Arlington Robinson