In a curious matter of tested disposition

There exists a  maddening juxtaposition

That each city finds itself this paradox

So few men walk the walk that he talks

The poor man has wealth a rich soul

While the wealthy struggle for more control

What is it about the trappings of power

That turns a good man’s stomach to sour

What makes a full man hunger for more

While a hungry man seeks only to adore

All those things that the world should cherish

And discard those things that always perish

Played down and dirty while rolling hard

The joker he is always remains his last card