A million dollars would get you through,
but you'd still have less storage than you need.
Phil sells records at a Sunday Fete
and Thropic counts profits and waits.
The Sunday punch, good only for plantfeed
has been reconnoitred for personal use
and all the angels in the world will fail
to pass you by go or get you from jail
It's the end of the line and so you deduce:
that you haven't been philanthropic
and the storage that you need is free
at the highest branch of the wishing tree
The cancer that grows in your tropic
will not be returned by good deeds
The vacancy open is 'Charity':
Greta Garbot and bio fuelled polarity,
Cocaine prescriptions and speed.
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