Monday, June 18, 2012

Bill of Goods

It’s time once again to scramble among the pieces
Picking through pot shards
Looking to connect the cracks
And shockingly discover
What?!
That some black go on white
Some straight belong with the curved
Some surprise in every pack.
There is no profit in this business
Of monkeying around
Clowning around
Hanging around.
No.
Instead you pay.
It’s a kind of layaway…
And then one fine day you make your last payment
Ah
And snooze headed realize
This doesn’t look anything like the picture
It’s a bill of goods  
This isn’t what I ordered!
But
Of course it is.  


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