The Philanthropist

See the clothes of his flamboyant sanity
And the eye of compassion swallowed by lips,
Touch those balls of deceptive serendipity
And take his money on your fingertips.

Steady the ball upon his own mortality
And the tears upon your curling lashes,
To feel beyond your financed creativity
And to forget all your moral clashes.

Money can play its game of illusion
To conceal the bunny within the hat
Until it is revealed to the eyes of confusion
And wins applause with the price of the act.

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