Good men die like dogs

I’ve been tidying today, and came across a photocopy of something someone sent me just after I left the TV business. I can’t replicate the typography, but I think you’ll get the drift:

The TV business is a cruel and shallow monkey trench, a long plastic hallway, where thieves and pimps run free, and good men die like dogs.

There’s also a negative side.

Rags make paper

A rhyme I saw in the Openluchtmuseum (opens in Dutch) in the Netherlands – originally from a paper mill in Wookey Hole in Somerset, apparently:

Rags make paper

Paper makes money

Money makes banks

Banks make loans

Loans make beggars

Beggars make rags.

(Rapid internet search suggests it’s a traditional rhyme, and quite widespread. It may have been a work chant.)