The Skeptician

That suit coat that cost me five dollars at the Goodwill Store. Adjusting for my insurance deductible, it’s now a hundred dollar jacket. I hope it’s keeping you warm these cold Oakland nights. In exchange for your kindness, I wrote you a sonnet. If you’re reading this, perhaps you could suggest an improvement for the final couplet.

[There's Nothing in My Car for You to Steal]

There’s nothing in my car for you to steal;
Seriously, you won’t like the country music
On those CDs; even if you took all
Of them, they’d hardly be worth very much.
They’ve all been downloaded illegally.
That suit coat’s not worth more than five dollars,
And even if you did like Waylon and Willie
I doubt you’d find much to like in the others.
Sunday, on finding on the seat the brick
You’d used to smash the passenger’s side glass,
(It beneath the contents of my glove box),
What most impressed me was the violence
That sent those shards across the car,
Shards seen now in sunlight, just where they are.

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