calls or so from the man
who works
at publishers clearing house,
who sounds suspiciously
Jamaican,
i manage
to whittle him
down from two thousand
dollars
to sixty-seven dollars
to register my prize
package
and cover the taxes on
five point two million dollars
in winnings
and a Mercedes Benz.
i have him listen
to me empty the change
bowl on the table,
counting out quarters
and dimes, nickels and
pennies.
i just need a ride now to go
to the Dollar Store
get him a gift card
and then the deal is done.
i ask him
what those clucking noises
are in the back ground,
roosters crowing,
and cows mooing.
are you on a farm?
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