by Julian P
On my last vacation, I stopped at a tourist trap trinket store.
I entered and saw my mistake, knowing that before I left, I’d be poor.
A cute little snail with googly eyes
and a novelty pen with ink that never dries.
Why, oh why did I enter that store?
But it didn’t stop there, oh no, there was more.
A set of glass swans with cartoonish faces
or a set of playing cards with two bonus aces.
Let it be known that I tried to resist.
But that devilish sales clerk pried open my fist.
He pushed, he prodded, he pillaged and purged
until my wallet and the register’s contents had merged.
A small beady bracelet with flower charms.
Even cute little kitten dolls that you want to protect from harm.
Why, oh why did I enter that store?
Because by the time I left, I found myself poor.
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