Minister of the Street
He ministers to his congregation
the lame, the numb and the broken
On random street corners they gather
To watch him perform, they’d rather –
Than rattle their cup for a quarter
or beg for a measly thin dime
‘Cos when he growls at a suit and scares him
they all howl ~ forget their troubles for a time
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