The two men at Sesame Street: A poem

There are two men at Sesame Street

Those that pass by chance to greet

One is a shoe-shine, the other washes your feet

And if you ever stop to tell

which of them is good and which is well

The horror would make your eyes swell

And when you see with incredulity, you could play blind

What bitter truths and better gifts are there to find

Should you have the instincts, your course be well-defined

And if by the end, you have the secrets learnt

Remember that these would be better burnt

From the two strangers that Sesame Street haunt