Passerby contribute to my well being
It warms the cockles of my sooty heart
Catching wild wallets, harvesting random rings
Keeping the richest, releasing the too poor
People might think I’m a thief
Only they couldn’t be farther from the truth
Culling the slow and the dull from their possessions
Karma dictates I do my part for the universe
Entrusting me to mete out cosmic balance
To add to my bank balance
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