A peso-dearth of change
is a million loss.
The passenger of this trek
may wrangle, may scream.
The controller of this trek
may wrangle, may scream.
They both feel the same.
A peso-dearth of fare
is a million loss to a driver.
Demanding. "Lacking a peso"
"It's enough, I'm a student"
"Enough for the pitiless one"
I wanted to wrangle.
I wanted to scream.
We both feel the same.
Monday, November 13, 2006
BLOODY PESO
Posted by jo at Monday, November 13, 2006
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