Thursday, March 24, 2005


Bottom line, baby, it always
comes down to the bottom line.
No profit here for me
with your hands in my pockets,
looking for what I ain't got.

Nothing in there -- nothing at all.
I gave it away long before
you showed up, with your 'give me'
and your 'love me?' Shoot, I can love
you, baby. Just can't afford you.

I've spent my heart; all that's left
is the loose change no one thought
was worth the taking. Aw, go ahead
and fish in my pockets one more time.
Maybe you'll find you a lucky penny.

Stephen Brooke ©2005

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