is sucking on money.
Hanging about town,
among the riffraffs,
and the worried pants,
I noticed all of their faces
reflected in the glass
of this of all places.
Strange lines danced
around their eyes, little arrows
pointing to surprise.
The old TV, placed high
and menacing my beloved,
took a notice of me,
then coyly asked for another dime.
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