My friend- Richard Cory lacks appetite br Frown'd and hiss'd at the Turk's fat-thighs br The gods he spite which is rather impolite br He toppled the table sending the foods fly-high br br Oh, Richard Cory lacks appetite br While I am hungry and thousand others br Thin-man in a Fat-man's world - black-and-white. br Excused, left to go smother my wet chicks in the bosom of my lover br br So I pray to see yet another sunlight br In hunger -well water- my children lies br I'll go to Cory to ask if everything turns alright br But he died, we all know: 'twas suicide.