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To hell with pleasure, to hell with pain,
To hell with getting soaked in the rain.
To hell with deleterious folk
Who crab and carp, then say it's a joke.
To hell with wealth and all its obsessions,
The stuffy estates stuffed with useless possessions.
To hell with poverty, too; it's crummy
To scrape and toil just to soothe one's tummy.
To hell with growing old and declining--
Let's jump to the end, and a cool satin lining.