Hard-Boiled Goose Eggs
Direct me to the One selling magic beans-
my few remaining coins burn pocket holes
(and this is my last good pair of trousers)
nothing else worked, nor made a lick-o-sense
magic beans may sprout into something real,
maybe give me something to believe in
no enegy/ desire to slay dragons
pop-squatted my share of (un)golden eggs.
Need an upwardly mobile vacation
momentarilly take me to new heights,
at least envision my head in the clouds
searching for gold, (settling for silver)
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