Rubbish


Rubbish, I said, and meant it.
I couldn't believe that she was serious.

After all our work together,
She was going to give the results
To a fat little dwarf from Istanbul.

It made no sense.
We sweated out that formula—
We should keep it for ourselves.

Now, because of her,
The dwarf will get rich, not us!


©2016 Michael Fraley




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