Everything is for sale
Didn't you know?
I know I didn't place myself on this shelf I was born of your vision (of sorts)
And then you marked me down
A few percentage points at a time
While the new more valuable ones floated by
So goes the numbers game
Bought and sold
Worn, broken in and scuffed up
Then returned to the shelf of periodic peace
Repriced, retagged and all but given away
To another hungry shopper of fate.
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