For Sale


A stroll down the road

Glances left and right.

On show they are,

One green paper

Traded

For a second of ecstasy

And an afternoon of regret.

Red curtains rushed close,

Hard at work.

Pockets thicker right after,

And a moribund face

That will know no sleep.

The emptiest cups are always the hungriest.

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