
A Fool and Her Money
He's an infomercial
that came on late at night
when I was weak
and tired
and a little bit drunk
I bought
his forevers
like miracles
like liquid diets
like knives that cut
through steel
like the solution
to any problem
in only three easy steps
He sold me
with sincerity
with gaurantees
with a price
that couldn't be beat
but wait!
There's more.
I said
It sounds too good
to be true
he said
This time it's different
Now it's one more useless thing
stacked in the back of the closet
that cost me way too much
and makes me believe
miracles
are for suckers.
More poetry
I tend to just read poetry.. kind of skimming through it. But that one I really liked. Nice!
Posted by: Batonga on November 13, 2006 04:00 PMI read it the same way!! Thanks :)
Posted by: Helena on November 13, 2006 04:05 PMLet me guess - was it only $39.99, and did you get a bonus for buying early and often? My closet is getting full, too.
Posted by: savia on November 14, 2006 12:46 PMThank you bella. It's always good to know another gal feels ya :)
Posted by: Helena on November 15, 2006 11:09 PM
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