The right man has been cornered.
His freedom quietly lost,
not five minutes hence
he enjoyed the smoky frost
against his cheek
as a devoted wanderer
of dime stores.
Pocketing the arbitrary trinket,
he strode crookedly towards the exit.
It was an item that no one cared to spare
a thought towards.
He did the proprietor a favour
by purloining such stock,
by offering space
where the customers did
but wince.
Now the browsers did not miss
the garish contrast
between the poorly-carved cherubs
and the opulent chandeliers,
as they noted the distance
between trash and pomp.
The foolish man gave a value
that superseded the stolen item
with its counterfeit charm.
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