Watched over the wolf of the wall street...you wanna sell me this pen you holy filthy sucker? you got the money that make all the guys there blow you up? you gotta be phychopath..you never get the Oscar. so sad.
Give to me your tired and your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore, Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me. Blessed are the persecuted, And blessed are the pure in heart, Blessed are the merciful, And blessed are the ones who mourn, And blessed are the ones who mourn.