lscaton
Businessman said with
glee, "You need a principal
Investment to start."
"Have a seat with me.
The Market will be your new
best friend, you old fart."
"Your money is safe.
Please don't fear. Let's buy some shares
Of that store Wal-Mart."
The woman at the back of the line wants to make a showy statement, splash onto the scene like a glamour girl from Old Hollywood. She gazes contemptuously at the plebeians in front and shakes her glossy curls in disgust.
"Snap. Snap."
"Snap."
"SNAP."
Heads turned to look at the little boy sitting alone at the table, chewing and popping bubbles of gum. His arms held a colorful book close, shielding him from their silent disdain.
Besides, he was too busy fighting dragons, winning epic battles, and becoming a hero to care.
The pencil holder sits on the far corner of my desk. A small cylinder of blue ceramic, holding my hopes and aspirations. All it takes is a reaching hand to bring graphite to paper, yet I hesitate.
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