A man in a tailored suit
A man eating rotten fruit
One divorced three wives
Two contrasting lives
One is a lawyer
The other a beggar
I’m sure you think of the two of them,
One is a hundred times better
He’s in fine garments
The other’s worn and tattered
One’s dreams came true
The other one’s shattered
But none of that matters—why?
How ‘bout you ask us, the maggot and the fly
Because in the end —and we say this without shame
A vagrant and a lawyer in death both taste the same