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Click hereYou have to walk down a long hallway
full of bicycles and metal scraps
to get to the pawn shop.
Dank and musty smelling,
it's the kind of place you expect to see
an old fat man smoking a pipe,
but behind the counter there are women
scuttling about like squirrels
trying to cross a road.
Frantic in high noon traffic,
they bicker incessantly
and mock the boy playing the bass
to play them something good this time.
As they continually wipe their noses,
three dark skinned girls shout "Hurray!"
and promise to do dishes for a year,
dancing through the aisles to the chant,
"we're getting a TV, we're getting a TV,"
while a distraught divorcee hocks a ring
to get the landlord out of her tears
and off of her burdened back.
A man eyes up the sight
down the barrel of a rifle
while the women behind the counter
raise their hands in fake surrender
and nervously stammer out,
"Careful now, it might be loaded."
Oh, this was great! It reminded me of all the pawn shops in Allentown, Pa, but I never expected that ending! Well done!
quite the tale as to the pawn shop. i enjoyed how worked the theme. i'll be sure not to visit a pawn shop anytime soon....nicely done......don
a small list
of needful things
we haggle over
and over again
discarded memories
we once thought
too precious
to ever let anyone hold
five dollar
i give you good luck price
a very vivid description makes this mythical shop come to life. Excellent!