I wish I had some bleeping money
for this stupid snack machine.
I'm so hungry and this ain't funny,
for I have been wiped clean.

Like a madman, fast as a rocket,
for loose change I've checked and checked.
Finding some quarters deep in my pocket,
in the last place I expect.

Oh what the heck, oh what the hell,
for this is a crying shame.
I paid 20 cents for the smell
and 45 cents for the name.

This is to the 10 cents worth of crunch,
next time I'll just go out for lunch.

10/10/02

theflannelman@hotmail.com


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