Regular Poem: Bad Investments

27 Apr

The banner on the
in front of the
gas station
on the wrong side of the tracks

free phones
free minutes
sign up now

in garish letters
in a stupid font.

I pass with passing interest
and see three figures
two sitting
one standing with
what appears to be
a contract in his hands.

He’s buying a phone plan
from these jokers.

I shake my head in wonder.
How does one come to a
place in one’s life
in which one
buys a phone plan
from a
in front of a gas station
on the wrong side of the tracks?

I have made some bad investments.
But I’m much older and wiser now

than I was twenty minutes ago
when I bought that
and ate it joylessly.

One Response to “Regular Poem: Bad Investments”

  1. silverscreenings 29 April 2013 at 8:51 PM #

    “Stupid font” = I know EXACTLY what you mean.

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