Change

“I have a ten,” I told the man,
And held out the bill
That was in my hand.
“I need a five and a couple of ones,
And some quarters please,
If you have some.”
He looked at me and simply said-
In a tone that shot me
Through with dread-
“Son, there must be a mistake,
For this store was robbed
As of late-
You see that window to your left?
That window was broken
When the thieves all left.”
And so I stood there, sad and dejected
Since my request
Had been rejected.
Why hadn’t I noticed something was weird?
The man at the register
Wore a fake beard.
He was acting very strange
When I tried to ask him for some change.
I should have known he was a frightened thief
Who didn’t want me
To call the police.
But he played it so I didn’t know,
And then he waited
For me to go.
And when I left he felt bad for me-
Since he had the change
He knew I needed-
So he tried to chase me down the road,
But money was flying
Wherever he’d go.
The thief had forgotten to close his sack
So money flew out
From behind his back,
And as crazy a sign as it was,
It was crazy enough to attract the Fuzz
Who busted the man who was the thief,
Running so crazily down the street
Before he could make an exchange for my ten
So I didn’t get
To make change once again.

Change

Michelle Hitt

Spring Lake Park, United States

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