I’d like to cash in all of the wasted worry my brain has so tirelessly generated over the years.
I’d dump ‘em all in a big ol’ sack and march right up to the ticket counter.
What’ll this get me? I’d ask with a grin, scanning the knickknacks beyond.
I’d get polka-dot teapots and pencils with fruit-scented wrappers;
Keychains of dolphins; tubes of strawberry lipstick; a beaded purse with a cheap golden clasp.
And as I walked out, fully stocked with plastic ambition, I’d vow tomorrow would be worth my while.
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