The Ebay Auction
He watches the ebay auction
with greed acrossed his face.
I try to get his attention
but he's staring into space.
He just keeps on "refreshing"
the screen with patient care.
It worries me to see him
when he's got that wicked stare.
It's addictive and I know it.
It pulls you in a spell.
You try to get away from it...
but...is it doing well??
Will we reach the reserve?
Does it look just right?
No, I can't come to bed right now...
My auction ends tonight!!
Copyright © Mary Nagy | Year Posted 2005
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