For some reason while reading the latest Tosh's Tail this kept going through my mind:
So here’s to the Poorest Poet
Who always pens the truth
Players Writers and Gypsies
The Minstrels and their tunes
I’d rather live an honest lifetime
With those with nothing to lose
Than waste a night
Knee deep in shite
That’s polished slick
To look just right
I’d rather live a lifetime in the
Company of Fools
Within the strangest people
Truth can find the strangest home
So meet me in the village
Where all we idiots go
Doesn't seem to matter how much they polish it up, it is what it is.