Date With A Dime.....Everyday Life

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Picked me up off a table top Puny li’l guy with botched up crop Whistled along to the subway stop Along the way stomped in a shop Bought a gum and tossed me out Now he must be enjoying a pout Ol seller brushed me down a drawer As he nervously nosed a flower Rustle of bills an shoppers around Shuffling steps and voices abound Stygian opening an closing clang Once awhile the door shuts bang Whiskery accountant fished me out What ensued was a noisy rout Count an recount many times over Tumbling down the cliffs of Dover Bundled an packed, sealed us off Looked at us with a parting scoff Huffed an puffed, the seller to bank Worn out paunch; in the sofa sank Blonde at the counter dint care a fig Engrossed in her ledger an filing rig Ended in her clutches after awhile, duly stamped and thrown on a pile. A month in the vaults sullenly sat. To mention not the occasional rat Out on the 1st and thrown in a bag, road down town a harrowing wag Gruffs’re called, out to the stands Given a coupon in calloused hands Hurried to the counter to get a wad I got dumped to grubby farm lad The construction guy bought a rag, handed me over to the tailing hag. With worn out mitts she felt me well, threw in her tote with an awful smell. Passing the ol bridge caught her boot, fell down hard; over a knotted root. Thwack! I an the tote fell in a stream, muffled by a hurtful; echoing scream. Slowly drifting for so many days Soaking wet and soggy ways. Caught the fancy of a barge-mate’s eye. Hurriedly fumbling with his unzipped fly. Poled us out and exuded a grunt, contented now with his daily hunt. Passed me on to the levee man, who promptly went an got a can. I lay on the counter amid the grime. A hand inches out for a measly crime. Gosh! puny li’l guy, botched up crop, Back in his pocket had to drop. Frisked his way to seedy ol slum, pawed a gall as guitars went strum. Pissed and drunk off to his room lurched in the door an missed the broom He flung his coat an went down flop Fumbled to put me on his table top Sunrise had me in his eyes line Woke like others, with my gleaming shine (Islamabad) (April 23,2009)

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