The Courtesy Counter

I am at the courtesy counter

They said I should come here

I need a refund you see, (for the life I’ve lived so far)

Isn’t what it was supposed to be.

I’m in the loser line up

Waiting for the money back guarantee

They told me to keep my ticket

And I got number thirty-three.

I’m hoping they take my receipt

For it is old and worn and torn

And I hope they see my cheerful smile

Not the war-torn tear forlorn.

I’ve waited for the bonus part

That never did show up

And now I want the lay away plan

For my time is almost up.

cailin raine