I Want Something

I want something.
I thought it was beer.
It isn't.
I try the next aisle
and the next.
Champagne is the only thing that looks good,
but I don't want to pay for champagne, tonight.

I came into this store because I want something,
but deep down I know
no one sells what I want.

That won't stop me from trying my luck
with some cookies.

Franco Bertucci

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