Passing himself as infirm
A ruffian stands on Main
Hack goes his cough, his nose, sniff
Dripping from the rain

A man happens by, the ruffian rams
His side clad all in furs
Snatches his wallet in the snafu
And then his apologies, affirms

Back he goes to a pose simian
To carry on the life of a ruffian

Is it simply life, or unfair? 

The End

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