The Tourist and Their Pockets Full of Cash

For every trip there are two things you need,

One suitcase full and another empty of all things.

The full one stuffed with everything you may require,

The empty one to carry all the shit you bring back with you.

As my father’s motto says, “You don’t want shit,

we don’t need shit, we’re not buying shit.”

But for every traveler, it is essential to bring a spare bag.

The term ‘shit’ matters little when it’s from somewhere your not from,

Or too shiney to resist all temptation.

Your pockets feel so heavy with all the cash you stuffed into that wallet,

And since you took the time to do some sight seeing,

You might as well commemorate it by purchasing several thousand gifts,

To remember it by of course.

That oak chest reminded you so much of the woodland forest you spent

All of thirty minutes lost in.

And that brass statue of a grizzly bear reminds you of the time you ‘almost’ if possibly

Were about to be attacked by one, had it not been for the cloths rack shealding you from view,

You might never have survived, that and, it happens to be your uncles favorite animal.

Too bad you were the one that saw it, you should have been a poacher instead.

So the other empty suitcase came in handy, you were able to buy all the shit you didn’t need.

Praise the tourists, and their ingenious methods of purchasing for ‘others’ while buying for themselves.

Another random idea I got while on my way to Tennesse. I thought it was very funny. It’s true, at least with my family. The price tag could have a whole bunch of numbers scribbled on and they’ll still pay for it. I especially love the last line of my poem, I think It really captures the idea I was trying to put across or atleast add some humor.

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