Tinseltown

I never wanted to discourage
you from coming to Tinseltown.
My intentions were far from that.
I invested in a chest strap
and safety cones, rose water,
and a red light filter
with some glazed candy
for your concentration.
I even purchased a crystal pedestrian
warning bell and some denim
iron-on patches with wolverine logos
for your flight jacket.
I guess it never occurred
to you that these things cost cash money
and that they’d eventually
all have to be returned
in their original packaging
with the proper receipts, of course.
I mean, dude.