A drowsy passenger due
One hundred twenty pesos
-Of taxi fare within the city.
Erroneously gave the driver
One thousand and twenty pesos
With rounded eyes he stared
The bill and slid in his purse
Never complaining to Mom
He sealed his tongue, and
In his mind, it's jackpot.
How pity the passenger
Still weak and drowsy
Instead of helping her
Come to take advantage
-The most opportunist way.
May the conscience reminds
-As a guiding power...
That Honesty may reign.
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