Pricetag hanging low,
Glass case, expensive glow.
Shiny objects beating beneath:
Bright lights, shiny teeth.
Salespeople hovering like flies:
In grey suits, some in ties.
Big signs warning all:
Useless, though, in this mall.

I see what I want!
This uncontrolled passionate stunt
Bursts from me!
“Please, sir, can I see?
I promise not to break it…
If I do, I’ll replace it.”

He hands me a fragile heart,
In my palms – a piece of art.
It beats in time with my own,
The world’s noise becomes a distant drone.
I feel like just a rag
In the presence of this invaluable pricetag.