The swirling weekly wind made its appearance
And snatched a youth's change from his hand
As he exited the hot and crusty pizza place
Regardless of traffic or the lack of a little white man
This dude ran into the street after Washington
And we all watched his progress to the gutter
With the help of the water collected there
He stamped his authority upon George's face
- Boy, you chased that dollar down!
A wise old woman said as the orderly ones amongst us caught up
To his fist pumping joy in this land of opportunity
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