No Change
No change can amount to
the one dolllar, fifty cent,
quarter of my life full of
pennies and dimes
that I've thrown in that very foundation,
wishing for something great.
Regret is worth a fortune,
and Happiness is is on sale.
I'd rather be cheap and cheeky,
than the be morbid and molded
by lament of others and myself.
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