A gold chain for Christmas
Wrong birthstone warring for our anniversary,
Silver bracelet for my birthday
I tried to pawn it all, to get a little money
So, when all that was spent,
My mind could glow in concrete clouds over her.
The pawn man told me that it isn’t real
He offered me fifty cents by ounce of the
earning
My heart jerked and seized, thoughts kicked and
beat
Those birthstone earrings were real
Only the wrong things shined
God created make believe
and named our relationship after it
Topped it off with a good-plated bow
I don’t know how to scrape such grime from my
life,
Not even worth fifty cents
