Someone Else

Someones tipping Sally for being someone else. Someone acting nicely and caring for ourselves. Leaving cheery fortunes and thanking all who come. Even giving smiles to pass amongst themselves. How wretched is this dear old Sally? Waving to those leaving. Making simple small talk a faith for the believing. Now she's giving napkins. Her patrons quick to finger. Always giving something. Oh; how her customers linger. Then comes out her smile. A weapon in the making. And up goes her tip jar. A thanking for the taking. It's only in good time that Sally has a sale. She says that will be never as Sally spins her tale. I'm waiting for her business to crash around her knees. If it wasn't for her customers that Sally lives to please.