They say that Richard Corey owns one half of this whole town,
With political connections to spread his wealth around.
Born into society, a banker's only child,
He had everything a man could want: power, grace, and style.
Has to be...
The evening headline read
Richard Corey went home last night
And put a bullet in his head.
That song immediately popped into my head also.
I remember that poem, then the song, also. Eighth grade English.