Discounts drop,
A woman pretends to enjoy the books,
Bill licks his lips.
Fluorescent-lit dim books in racks,
Bad font in plastic wrap,
Bestsellers flop.
Another one walks into the shop,
Leaves fast but takes a list,
Bill licks his lips.
Bill looks up, adjusts his specs,
Takes an order with smiles and grunts.
Synapses pop.
"I'm staying ‘til the last one leaves."
(No one knows the life I've led)
The door creaks.
Bill licks his lips.
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