Contrarian

I don’t know why it bothers me
That sometimes things I want are free
When I’ve spent eons saving for
These things I don’t want anymore.
It doesn’t make a lick of sense
That I’d begrudge the non-expense
So what’s the deal with sacrifice
That makes the object extra-nice?
“Take it back!” I’d like to cry.
“Who needs this free debris? Not I!”
This situation’s purely hypo-
Thetical: I’ll be a ripe ol’
Age before I flat reject
A discount, so in that respect
It’s just the work that I lament
And not the money never spent.
If you know why, well, I don’t care
And I won’t pay to know. So there.
(But, not for nothing, though, if you
Can fill me in for free, please do!)

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About Michael

Silliness is good
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One Response to Contrarian

  1. Judy says:

    Contrariness may have been why we enjoyed two recreational sports early on then lost interest as they became popular. Anticipation, committment and a quest come to mind too. Pleasurable experiences all.

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