a rib eye steak at the grocery
store
and yell
out the price,
thirty seven dollars.
are you kidding me?
the manager
comes over.
is there a problem,sir, he
says.
why are you yelling?
do i need to call
security?
i point at the price tag
on this
thin, meager
slab of meat.
thirty seven dollars?
really. for this?
where's the rest of the cow?
then the net goes over
me
and i'm in the paddy wagon.
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