Tables


They both pulled up a chair
He stared at the clock as it tick-tock
She twiddled her fingers
Then the question appeared
What do you bring to the table?
I brought my money he declared
I brought my body she smiled
Years passed
His money was no more
Her body was worn down
They both pulled up a chair
She stared at the clock as it tick-tock
He twiddled his fingers
Then the answer became clear
The table was always bare

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