8.18.2007

Bargain

He describes me
as expensive
and I feel
like a racehorse
or prime real estate

He says I'm money
but he takes, I give
an ideal
refined and coarse
raw and ornate

My smiles are free
I argue--defensive
a bargain, a steal
these words force
a constant debate

A riotous fantasy
labor intensive
he calls me surreal--
advertising, I endorse.
Currency incarnate.

2 comments:

KAYLEE said...

LOVE IT HOW ARE YA?

Rich Fitzgerald said...

all you pretty girls cost - in one way or the other - it's never a bargain.