adventures in dysthymia

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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