There's a man on stage, depraved, singing for your dollars and change. He's less than amazing, just OK. You keep your money then get on with your day - riding the car that rides the cable, having drinks and peeling labels, wondering away. From the top of the stairs, you tumble. You were singing that old beggar's song. No body cries when you're dead. They spread a rumor that you haunt the city. Now you're homeless as a seashell. Your bible didn't save you from hell, wondering away. Half of a mile from the burial ground, your mother spun you on a merry-go-round, wondering away. Then the beggar on the corner sees you crying, blows you kisses, takes a bow then disappears.
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