Fluorescent bulb in hand
She said, "it doesn't seem to matter
The type or the brand
They all burn out time after time;
It must be someone's plan."
At which, he paused and retorted
"Yet we're all still just fine."
She chuckled and accorded,
"You're wise beyond your time."
"Wise? Not wise, a fool.
Who knows some foot and rhyme.
Now if you could just grab my half-sack,
Blacker than my sin.
So I can light another wrap,
Drink down the beast within."
"Cheer up kid, you showed you had hope,
And you know you're safe skin."
He looked up, smiled, dropped a ten,
Said, "I know," turned around
Put his hood up to face the cold again.
She threw away the bulb, thought of her mother,
Chuckled once more, under her breath.
Grabbed a broom and waited for another.
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