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The world had taken everything
and left the man as broke.
When anger rose up in his gut
and this is what he spoke:

I've given my life for everyone
who only sought to take.
And now that I have no more luck
it's time that I forsake.

He tore off all his clothes to say:
"I'm naked in the street".
While others stopped and stared at him.
Their shock to be his treat.

He stood there just as Adam did
and waited for his sake.
The people thinking he was mad
and called the cops to take.

He didn't have to wait for long.
His plan was working well.
The ride to come as quickly
as this taxi was to Hell.

They wrapped him in a blanket first
and put him in the car.
These chauffers posh to say the least
were armed and trained to spar.

The drive was one of comfort
for his mercy being there.
And the blanket now his clothing
warmed his heart were he to care.

When soon the ride had ended
that they'd finally reached his home.
A mansion having 13 floors.
It's windows lined in chrome.

The orderlies had come to greet him.
These servants to prestige.
Him wondering if they'd come to realize
how they played into his seige.

With escorts he'd travail the halls.
Their pathways feeling spacious.
Soon coming to the elevators;
the doorman being gracious.

They rose up to the Penthouse suite.
It's atrium well lit.
Where off they whisked him to a room
with pajamas made to fit.

When dressed they moved him to another.
six doctors there attending.
Assessing him for moving on
to one nurse for an ending.

The nurse to give him their decision
injected him with health.
All free for being there as their guest
despite his lack of wealth.

They offered him a bed to sleep
with fresh sheets and some drapes.
And told him he could get some food
for just a little traipes.

The cafeteria there to serve,
he always got a meal.
At night he even got a snack
as justice got more real.

Soon workers offered him their service
and got him an apartment.
The government sending him his cheque
each month from their department.

Right back to where he started off;
he smiled at what they'd done.
but felt the only difference being
too high to just have won.
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