I saw
A cash laden
Armored truck
Go by today
I'm not sure
Where it was headed
But I am sure
It was not headed
To the local cemetary
To pore its cargo
Into an open grave
Being the richest man
In the graveyard
Is an aspiration
If realized
That fails to yield
Any hard cash.
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