the rat pack collection

[Haute]

You are a giant vending machine. Levers pulled,
ka-chunk out comes what ... nothing. Gyped again.
Don't try to bend yourself around my whims, your
knowledge isn't that extensive. Surely you can fathom
that.

You groan you moan you ache you cry. It's never
enough. So you poke, provoke, emote and then lie. That
glass curtain you're hiding behind shows your burns
and scars.

Still, you have potential. Hesitant, recalcitrant, a
debutante without your gown.

Oh now, why the frown?

I want my change.