Feelings from a vending machine
In the back alley of a downtown bar, Obscure, dark and bizarre, I walked towards a faint beeping glow, where stood a jilted little gizmo. My eyes widened with surprise, At this archaic, flashing, metal device. A vending machine, quite unseen. With a quick little ding, as my coins tumbled in, I noticed what the items on sale had been. Odd, I thought. Because behind the glass, lay what I sought. Emotions arranged in columns and rows, Guarded by its spirals and pretty bows. Such stood the enchanted little chamber, With an endless labyrinth to discover. A quick dose of synthetic hope, An emotional kaleidoscope. A jolt of affection for pocket change. An array of emotions, for all to enjoy, Sweet little nothings, a bundle of sorrow and joy, A cascade of laughter or a warm Cinnabon embrace, A heartbreakingly sombre letter or a happy sunflower vase. It's absurd and whatnot, To think that I bought, F...
