in the window
of a store.
it's thick and looks heavy,
made out of hardwood
i imagine,
but with a nice handle
so that one could
pick it up and swing it
with relative ease.
my curiosity sends me
into the store to ask
the proprietor what it's for.
it's a cliche club, he says.
whenever someone
says something like
have a nice day, or
money doesn't grow on trees,
or it is what it is, you
hit them over the head with it.
they're selling like hot cakes.
give me two, i tell him.
no need to wrap them up.
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