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There’s a man who shuffles down the street

In a dirty overcoat and looks scruffy,

He’s a philosopher and a genius but you would never tell,

There’s a smart, sharp suited man

And strides confidently and in an affluent way,

Who’s a financier and thinks of nothing but money

And this everyone can tell.

Two men walking down the street

One offers value to this world

The offers nothing can you tell,

Which one by appearances

One man is authentic and wise,

The other is greedy and full of fake pride,

For his life is built on lies

While the other man knows the reason why,

He exists and the existentialism about life,

And the other man has no clue.