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The music was loud at the charity ball,
Dickie bows and dresses that dusted the floor,
The drinks were flowing, the food was stacked high,
Dancing all night 'till morning was nigh.
Leaving at dawn, and ache in your feet,
Tripping over the homeless asleep on the street.
"Oh wotchit ," the homeless man cried,
And you had a choice, you had to decide.
"My good man," you said, "I've danced here all night,
To help you and make your future so bright,
So get out of my way, and let me pass,
Or I'll punch you and knock you flat on your ass!"