Pennies Too Many
You can fool a fool,
you can cheat one’s mind.
You can con a con,
even steal from the blind.
You can shake a shaker,
you can brutalize a Brut.
You can mob a mobster –
and embezzle their loot.
You can charm a charmer,
sell your soul for a penny.
You can take from a taker,
for pennies you have many.
But can you hold a hand,
and experience love for free?
Know true respect for all to see?
Gain one's trust without a fee?
You poor, poor, foolish soul,
who will ever get to know the "real me".
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