You all are sold,
the aliens told me.
I said, “At what cost will you buy me?”
Aliens said,
“More than any bank can offer.”
I said, “Is it a loan?”
“No real money.”
Me: So what should I do with it?
“Do whatever you want.”
Me: What if I need
something more than money?
Aliens: What do you want?
Me: Leave your spaceship to me.
They went back to their spaceship,
silently,
without a word.
Hope they’re having a meeting about it.
If love could be bought at a discount,
and hearts could be sold,
how would I get rid of my bike
that’s grown too old?



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