At the Pawn Shop
Casino down the street, rings lined a mile long
Is this a gambling habit or marriages gone wrong?
How'd they get so many guitars strings still in place
Wood polish shines brightly inside the velvet case
And what about those guns and tools ?
Belong to a broken man perhaps gambling fools?
But look at the other side filled packed with toys
The things a child would miss or no longer boys?
Gruff faces all around rather spooky yet demure
"Our junk will soon be yours" take the Pawn shop tour!
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