HOMELESS PERSON

Thou art a fool.  Feasting thy fleshly face, amidst starving souls; whilst hunger burns, without loaf to share.

MODERN YUPPIE

Vermin!  I charge thee leave me be!  Thouest, vilest rat. Spare my ears thou tale of pitiful woe.  I possess no remedy for thou ails, thou misery, of thy ilk. 

If spoiled scraps thou heart desire, scavenge gently among my wrappings once I wander.

HOMELESS PERSON

I barter naught, as I speak.  I implore simple kindness.  Let mercy flow:—feast elsewhere.  Tarry not; spare our families, our bellies, aching pain.

MODERN YUPPIE

Why must I oblige?  The golden sun, the sea blue sky, belongs to all alike.  By law, I possess every right; to stand in harmony upon this verdant land.

HOMELESS PERSON

Thou art truly a heartless beast.  Void of honor, of morality; thou willfully inflict cruel suffering, upon thy fellow men.

MODERN YUPPIE

Call me names, as you will; yet, ‘tis thou own misery that offends thy senses, attacking thy pride.

For mere likes of you, an’ thy ilk; shall never rise beyond the murk, the mire, of thy own miserable, downtrodden soul.

HOMELESS PERSON

Yet, with a helping hand; thou be surprised how far we fly, we soar. 

I have no quarrel with thee, I only implore thee to take thy leave, before my hand is forced to wield this silver blade, an’ slit thy throat, from ear to ear!