Featured Poem 5/3/04
A ten-spot for the T-shirt that shrinks by half in the wash.
About two hundred for a ballpark day to watch star sluggers on steroids.
$3.95 for a mad cow burger.
Twelve big C-notes, mid-April, to the feds
for missile defense thingy-wingies for northwest Peoria.
$15.50 for a hip-hop breakthrough album
with the Mormon Tabernacle Choir as backup.
$125 for the contract for the health club
right down the street from the town’s best bakery.
A fiver for the sex pill that balks on Saturday
and kicks in fine during Sunday’s sermon.
Six years saving for a sports car for gridlocked highways.
Some things cheap in life live up to their billing.
Others more pricey are just as worthless.
For everything else there’s poetry.
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