In Champs Elysees sits a man
Who has just one leg
But in his head a master plan
to sit, quite still, and beg
Yet all he begs is bleak belief
that for the poor there's no relief,
The countless cars there honk a sigh
as they sit still and watch time fly
Skinny girls in shades of red
live the dream reality bled
The cheeky youths who clown around
the chubby folk their fortune found
All walk past without a glance
at the one legged begger who sits in France.
Monday 14 December 2009
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