The homeless sift through trash
The bankers sift through cash
Right side up
FRAGILE
The other day I walked in the city
And a man asked me for money
I felt guilty
It ruined my dinner
So after dinner
He received 2 dollars
For his simplified street-side sermon
That opened my wallet
And opened my charitable coffin-heart
Another cheerful funeral for him
The buskers sift through melodies
The politicians sift through sympathies
Wrong side down
INDESTRUCTIBLE
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